I dropped back against the wall. My whole body shook.
I swallowed hard. And listened to the heavy footsteps above my head.
I’ve got to get out of here! I told myself. I’ve got to get out of this house!
I’ve got to tell Uncle Colin and Aunt Marta!
But my legs felt like Jell-O. I didn’t know if I could walk.
I took a shaky step. Then another.
And then I heard a new sound from upstairs.
I stopped and listened.
Humming? Was someone humming?
With a burst of energy, I grabbed the door to the attic. I pulled it open and shouted up the stairs, “Who’s up there? Who is it?”
“It’s me, Alex!” a familiar voice called down.
“Hannah-?” I choked out. I stared up to the attic. “Wh-what are you doing up there?”
“Didn’t your aunt tell you I came back?” Hannah called.
“No, she didn’t,” I replied.
“She said she had some old clothes up here that might make a good costume. So I came back to check it out.”
Her head appeared at the top of the stairs. “Why do you sound so weird?”
“I–I thought-” I began. But the words caught in my throat.
I started up the stairs.
“No-!” Hannah cried. “Don’t come up!”
I stopped on the third step. “How come?” I called.
“I’m not dressed. I’m trying on stuff,” she explained. She smiled down at me. “Besides, I want to surprise you. There’s some awesome old stuff up here. Your aunt and uncle must have looked really weird when they were young.”
Her head disappeared from view. I could hear the rustle of clothes up there.
I backed down the stairs. “Hey-do you know where my camera is?” I asked. “I’ve looked all over the house, and-”
“Oh, no!” Hannah groaned. Her head appeared again. This time she wasn’t smiling.
“What?” I called up to her.
“Your camera, Alex. Do you think maybe you left it in the woods?”
I gasped. “I don’t know. I thought…” My voice trailed off. I had a sick, heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“You had it when Sean and Arjun left,” Hannah said. “But when we came back to the house, I don’t remember you carrying it.”
“Oh, wow!” I shook my head. “I’ve got to go get it, Hannah. I can’t leave it overnight in the woods.”
“No-!” she cried. “Alex, listen to me. You can’t go out there.”
“I have to!” I cried.
“But the woods aren’t safe at night,” she protested. “They really aren’t safe.”
I turned away and ran down the hall. I pulled on my jacket and found a flashlight on the floor of the hall closet. I tested it a few times. The light was steady and bright.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I shouted up to Hannah.
“No-please, Alex!” I heard her call down. “Listen to me! Don’t go into the woods tonight! Wait for me to get dressed. Just wait for me-okay?”
But I couldn’t leave my camera out there to be ruined.
I closed the front door behind me and stepped out into the light of the moon.