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and backed out to the street, leaving Cory standing in the driveway, watching her, while Caitlin remained in Ginny’s house, staring out the window.

Heather didn’t go directly to work. She had a few hours before Chris expected her to show up, and she still wanted to talk to Ginny. She decided to go to the museum to see her. It would actually be better to see Ginny on neutral territory where an unruly spirit couldn’t intrude. Heather would soon discover she had miscalculated.

With a spray bottle of glass cleaner in one hand and a rag in the other, Ginny wiped down one of the glass display cases in the gift shop. It was typically slow on Thursday mornings at the museum. Visitors didn’t start trickling in until around eleven. Millie would be coming in then to watch the gift shop while Ginny greeted the visitors.

As she wiped down the cabinet, her mind considered yesterday’s troubling events. She still did not understand what had happened, yet the more she thought about it, the more she became convinced Heather had caused the damage, but why?

Just as she asked herself that question, the bell to the front door rang, signifying a visitor had just entered the museum. Setting the rag and bottle of window cleaner down on the counter, she left to greet the visitor but stopped in her tracks when she saw who it was, Heather Donovan.

“Hello, Ginny,” Heather greeted her. “I wanted to talk to you. Heard you were here.”

“What do you mean you heard I was here? Who told you that?” Ginny looked warily at Heather.

“I… I stopped by your house and your neighbor Cory told me.”

“I suppose I need to have a talk with Cory about minding his own business. My vintage magazines are all ruined.”

“I’m really sorry about that, but it wasn’t my fault,” Heather said.

“And whose fault was it?” Ginny snapped. “I doubt the bookshelf just fell over by itself. What were you doing in there?”

“I came over here to see if you were okay, but I certainly didn’t expect to be blamed for your bookshelf almost killing me! I hurt my ankle!”

“So that’s what this is; you come into my home, knock over my bookshelf, and then sue me for damages? I’ve heard about people like you!” Feeling the anger surging up, Ginny turned from Heather and marched back into the museum gift shop.

Heather started to leave when the space between her and Ginny swirled like a gray mist. Briefly, Heather imagined Eva was making an entrance, but the next moment it was not Eva who appeared, but Caitlin. Just as recognition dawned for Heather, Caitlin picked up the donation box sitting in the doorway leading to the gift shop and hurled it in Ginny’s direction. It barely missed her.

Ginny, whose back was to Heather and Caitlin, hadn’t seen the donation box flying her way, yet turned abruptly when it landed a few feet from her. She stared accusingly into Heather’s face.

“Oh, my gawd, you are crazy!” Ginny shrieked. Speechless, Heather watched as Ginny looked around in a panic and then grabbed something off the counter—one of the large paperweights the museum sold.

Heather’s eyes widened when Ginny looked as if she was preparing to hurl the heavy object in her direction. While Caitlin might not hurt one of them with her antics, Heather was fairly certain if Ginny hit her with that paperweight, it would do actual damage.

“Are you going to throw that at me?” Heather asked incredulously.

“If I have to! You get out of here! I’m calling the police!” Ginny yelled as she ran from the gift shop, back into the lobby, and down the main exhibit hall toward the office. To Heather’s horror, Caitlin followed Ginny, snatching objects from the various exhibits and hurling them after the terrified woman.

From Ginny’s perspective, Heather threw the objects at her. Heather groaned, unsure what she should do now, and regretting coming to the museum. Warily, she made her way through the exhibit area and found Caitlin camped outside the now closed office door of the museum. For whatever reason, Caitlin had not followed Ginny into the office. The spirit sat by the closed door and looked up at Heather, a smirk on her face.

Heather attempted reasoning with the spirit, yet Caitlin just stared. By the ghost’s expression, Heather didn’t know if the spirit was ignoring her or couldn’t hear what she was saying. Heather didn’t want to shout, for fear of Ginny hearing her, and the ghost was some distance away.

“What the hell,” a male’s voice shouted from the archway leading from the main exhibit area to the entry. Heather turned and found herself facing Brian Henderson, his right hand on his gun.

“You aren’t going to shoot me, are you?” she asked dryly.

“What the hell is going on?” Brian’s hand was no longer touching his holstered gun as he walked towards Heather and glanced around. It looked like a war zone with parts of the exhibits strewn across the floor leading to the office.

“I assume you’re the one responding to Ginny’s call?” Heather asked.

“I was just driving by when I got it. They said you were here attacking Ginny.”

Heather frowned. “They told you that, and you came in here with your hand on your gun? You were going to shoot me!”

“No… but…”

“Oh, please. I should smack you, but you would shoot me,” Heather scoffed.

“What happened?” Brian asked, now standing by Heather’s side.

Heather turned toward Caitlin and pointed. “She happened.”

“She? Who?” Brian frowned.

“Oh, stupid me went over to Ginny’s to check on her, and when Cory told me where she was, well, stupid me came here. But Caitlin saw me when I stopped by Ginny’s, and she followed me. And for some reason, she’s throwing stuff at Ginny. But Eva is right, a ghost really can’t do damage.”

“Are you saying Caitlin’s ghost was here?” Brian asked.

“Not was, but is. She’s right there, sitting in front of the office door.”

Brian glanced around. “And she threw