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to the sorority sisters, all huddled together near the driveway. Twenty-three of them, yet I couldn’t get a coherent answer about what happened. Melissa and Kendra mumbled something about murder but refused to elaborate.
    “Rebecca!” I yell over the banging from the house and the sobs of the girls.
    “Need help?” she asks with a wary glance at the house.
    “I need you and Carl to find out as much as you can about a murder that may have occurred at Rho Gamma Pi —” I cringe when a small end table hits the doorjamb. “It’s all I could get out of them. Try talking to them. You seem to have a way with difficult interrogations.”
    “My specialty,” she replies, flashing a wicked grin.
    Her smile is scary, definitely more so than many ghosts I’ve faced. Rebecca has a take-no-prisoners attitude coupled with fierce intelligence. I know she thinks she has no paranormal powers, but I think she’s a human lie detector.
    “Huge EMF spike!” Carl shouts, waving the EMF detector in the air.
    That’s it. I can’t wait for Raven any longer. Mr. Kincaid’s voice echoes in my mind, calling me stupid for rushing in not knowing what’s in there. But I’m in charge of this fiasco… I never should’ve let her run in without more information. Steeling my shoulders, I cross the threshold into the house.
    I stop and survey the scene in seconds, taking in the ridiculous amount of damage. The living room is trashed: sofa overturned, lamps broken on the floor, and the front window shattered by the flying armchair. No sign of Raven, but the girls said they were using the board in the kitchen. As I walk down the hall toward the back of the house, a ceramic figurine flies at me. I duck just in time, and it grazes the top of my hair. I’m finding it difficult to believe spirits summoned from a spirit board by amateurs could be this powerful.
    The family room is in a similar state to the living room. When I spy the sixty-inch TV on the floor in a smashed mess my heart thumps faster. These are powerful spirits or maybe even a rogue gang. That TV had to weigh over one hundred pounds, and it’s a good twelve feet from the entertainment center. No sign of Raven in here either.
    A fierce wind blows from the kitchen, slamming me against the wall. So much power. None of this makes any sense!
    “Raven.” I try to call out, but my voice comes out a hoarse croak.
    My body is freed as the wind dies down, and I race toward the kitchen. Something shoves me from behind, sending me reeling across the tile floor. I manage to rotate myself at the last second so my shoulder impacts the wall instead of my head. The wind stops the moment I hit the wall. As I rub my sore shoulder, a loud scream pierces the silence. My stomach drops at the sheer terror in that scream. Raven.
    Leaping to my feet, I search the large kitchen for her. When my eyes land on her, I blink a few too many times. This shouldn’t be possible.
    “Hang on, Raven,” I call out to her form suspended in midair near the ceiling.
    “Hang on? Really?” Her arms are splayed out to the sides, her long, black hair floating around her like a mermaid underwater. Though she tries to project confidence with her words, I can tell from her face that she’s terrified.
    “Release her at once!” I yell at the invisible spirits. “She has done nothing to you.”
    “Don’t you think I already tried that?” Raven bites out in between gasping breaths.
    “St. Michael, the archangel, def—” I start the prayer, but something crashes into me, knocking the wind from my lungs as I’m slammed into the floor. It takes a few dazed seconds to realize it’s Raven’s body crushing me. “Can you move?”
    “I don’t know.” She rolls off me despite her words, groaning. “Those damned spirits. Madder than cornered rattlesnakes.”
    “I can’t feel anything but intense hatred and fury.” I push to my feet, ignoring the searing pain in my side. After hauling Raven up by the arm, I drag