They walked around, eyes wide, not touching anything.
“It’s like a museum,” Lilly breathed.
“Only with ghosts,” Samantha shuddered.
Lilly shot her a warning glance and slid her eyes toward Mikey. As it was the boy woke up screaming every night.
This was the first intact house they’d seen. Well, almost intact. It had a roof, walls, and shutters that had protected some of the windows. It even had a wood-burning stove. They needed the shelter more than any ghost might, and Mikey didn’t need additional terrors.
She forced a smile. “Let’s find some water and make tea, shall we?”