Trapped too long in an awkward crouch, Maxzyne’s foot suddenly cramps. “Owww!” she moans. She shifts her position and knocks over a broom. She is horrified when the wooden handle thuds against the closet.
“What was that?” Gigi asks sharply.
Silence. Maxzyne covers her face, afraid to breathe. Beside her, Elise trembles.
“Old pipes. Maybe a ghost,” Ms. Mitchell answers. “This building must be filled with ghosts after all these years.”
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