They turned around. Abby forced herself to look at the bodies in front of her.
The ghosts. They weren’t corpses, they might just be illusions. This place had certainly given them enough of those already – fakes and shames and traps.
The one that looked like Vic was gesturing to them.
“I – Vic doesn’t even like us,” Liv protested.
“But we don’t like her either,” Abby countered, “and that hasn’t stopped us from saving her life. Or anything else, you know?”
“This can’t be a good idea.” Continue reading