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minutes.”
    Caroline flew off the bed, landing on her feet. “Nope, but the woman up there wasn’t in the mood to talk and threw me back down here.”
    “A ghost?”
    “Yes, who else would be up there?”
    Okay, so now there’s the ghost of a woman in the attic. “Did she say who she was?”
    “She didn’t exactly give me time to get acquainted with her.”
    “How old was she?”
    “It’s not so easy to know when someone’s a ghost. It all depends on how and when they died, but the ghost looked like a big, black monster with a horrific face.”
    That didn’t sound like any ghost that I’d seen from my dream, but at this point, I was positive that my dream meant something. If only I could figure out what.
    When I heard a noise outside and led the pack out there, I faced down Lois. “What seems to be the problem up here?”
    I hated to admit that I was poking around in Room 109 since it was closed and all, but how else would I be able to tell them what I found, or thought I had found? “In Room 109, I found what I think might be the remains of some poor soul.”
    “Why in tarnation did you do that when that room has been closed?”
    “How long are we talking here? How many years?”
    Her hands went to her hips. “I’m not sure how you handle yourself back home, but here in Silver we don’t go poking around where we’re not wanted. How did you get into that room, anyway?”
    Eleanor shuffled her feet, and then said, “The door was open?”
    “Yes, it was open,” I winked only for Eleanor to see.
    “I highly doubt that.”
    I arched a brow. “Oh, no?”
    Lois walked into Room 109, flicking on the lights, and I followed her into the room that was just as I had experienced, but in the dark. There was a dresser and plenty of cobwebs. I led the way to the bed and, sure enough, there was a decomposed body lying in the bed under a torn sheet.
    At my discovery, I swallowed back bile. The body was devoid of skin or tissue and although I was hardly an expert, I believed this body had been here for a century at least. The body was in the fetal position and it was hard to tell if it was an adult or child.
    Andrew entered the room. “You’d better get the sheriff over here.”
    Lois didn’t say a word, only nodded as she left the room. We waited back in our room, mulling over what might have happened to the victim in Room 109.
    “Well,” Mr. Wilson began. “The poor soul might have just died of natural causes.”
    “True, but since the remains were found in a closed off room, it makes me wonder how the owners of this hotel wouldn’t know that a body was in here. I mean, didn’t they at least check?”
    “Why would they check a room if it was closed?” Eleanor asked. “Seems to me that they all but ignored the third floor.”
    “True, but our room was quite neat and tidy, with none of the cobwebs that you saw in Room 109. It does seem that they never went into that room, but it makes me wonder how long this hotel was owned and by whom.”
    Andrew pulled out a bottle of wine from his suitcase and opened it. “I was saving this bottle, but I, for one, could use a drink.”
    I searched for glasses, but since there were none, we took turns and drank straight from the bottle. Mr. Wilson wiped his mouth after taking a drink. “This sure is a good bottle of wine. Let me guess—1952 Port?”
    When I took my drink, I about hacked it back up since it was plenty strong. “Wow,” was all I could muster.
    Eleanor smiled after her drink. “This is stronger than a shot of whiskey.”
    “If you drank too much of this, you’d start seeing double,” I said with grimace, rubbing my stomach thoughtfully.
    “Or more ghosts,” Eleanor added.
    Andrew cocked a brow. “Please, not any more mention of ghosts from either of you. Can’t we enjoy our vacation without staying at a haunted hotel?”
    “Sure you can, but this is a ghost town, after all.”
    “Meaning that it’s not as populated, not that it’s