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Aggie?”
    “Bad choice of words,” I said. “W-We went to check out Room 109 and there’s a corpse in there.”
    “No wonder that room is closed,” Eleanor said, trying to remain calm. “What should we do?”
    “Call down to the desk, I suspect.”
    Andrew escorted us into our room and I let Andrew make the call from the landline phone on the nightstand. While we waited for someone to check out Room 109, Andrew asked, “Why on earth did you girls go in that room? Redd told us that room was closed.”
    “I-I’m sorry. I just had to check out that room.” I then filled Andrew in about my dream in detail.”
    “I still don’t understand. Why did you go in that room?”
    “Because I had hoped to find Rebecca, and I might very well have,” I panted.
    Andrew scratched his head. “So, let me get this straight. You actually think the remains of the little girl from your dream, Rebecca, are in Room 109?”
    I nodded my head. “I know how crazy it seems, but perhaps my dream was trying to tell me something.”
    He sighed. “I’m not sure what to say here. Not long ago you told me you could see ghosts, and now you actually think your dreams mean something more than REM sleep?”
    “It seemed so real that I just have to stop by to see the sheriff, and soon.”
    Eleanor sat on the bed. “And what for, exactly?”
    “To see if he’s the sheriff from my dream.”
    I stared from Andrew to Eleanor, knowing they both thought I was a brick shy of a full load. I whirled when I heard the squeaky wheels from Mr. Wilson’s rolling walker behind me. “What’s all the excitement about?”
    I smiled. “Oh, nothing much, Mr. Wilson. Go on back to bed.”
    “How am I supposed to do that with all the racket going on? I don’t know who’s in the attic, but it seems odd that someone would be walking around up there at this hour.”
    I strutted over to Eleanor’s room that she shared with Wilson and tiptoed into the room to see if I could hear any noise that sounded like footsteps above the ceiling. Was it Caroline up there? She sure as heck disappeared back in Room 109.
    Eleanor squinted her eyes, staring at the ceiling intently, and sure enough, it sounded like someone ran across the ceiling, or above it. By this point, Eleanor had her arms practically wrapped around my neck. “Make it go away, Agnes,” she said.
    I elbowed Eleanor off me. “Stop, you’re choking me,” I said.
    She pouted. “I didn’t mean to, but this place is haunted for sure and you know I don’t much care for ghosts.”
    “I wonder where Caroline went.” Just then, Caroline flew through the wall, unsettling several paintings hanging there. “Really, Caroline? Where did you disappear to this time?”
    “I’m afraid of the dark. Did you find anything in that room?”
    Eleanor laughed. “Some partner you are. A ghost that is afraid of the dark, indeed. I told Agnes that you’re not of much use.”
    Caroline made a motion of trying to kick Eleanor. “Not much use? I most certainly opened the door for you.”
    “Sure you did, and then we were trapped in there.”
    “Are you sure we were really locked in, Eleanor? Or were you so scared that you just thought the door was locked? It’s happened before with you.”
    “Don’t you dare start questioning me when yonder ghost was nowhere to be found.”
    Caroline trembled, and offered, “I swear, next time I’ll stay put. Just tell me what you want me to do and it’s done.”
    “How about going up there,” Eleanor said, pointing to the ceiling. “And find out what’s making that noise.”
    I stared at Caroline. “Seems fair to me.”
    Caroline bit her finger and then darted through the ceiling. Within a few minutes, she fell back down, landing on the bed with a creak of springs. She sat up and said, “Thanks, a lot. That’s not a very friendly ghost up there.”
    I stared up at the ceiling and again heard the footsteps. “What happened? You weren’t even up there for more than a few