Chapter 76

At the end of my discourse, she clapped her hands and giggled. “Oh, how utterly delicious! A man from each of your families—one a student, the other an artist—being drawn to this building every generation for centuries, yet unable to break the curse for a ghost who’s trapped here? The coven will neverbelieve this story. Never!”

“Coven?” asked Sky.

“My sister witches and I. Oh, they will certainly envy me, I can tell you, especially with little ol’ me being smack-dab in the midst of the latest attempt at curse-breaking. Why, this is even more spectacular than the hauntings my fellow sisters have personally encountered. Grander than the whispering fireplace in Lynchburg Falls. Or the ghostly freight train in Plainfield. Or even the headless piano player in Canooga Springs!” She frowned and bit her lower lip. “Gee, I wonder if I could do it…”

“Do what?” I asked, also frowning.