"Miss Torres, what should we do now?"
The ghosts did not move. They just stuck close to the car and stared at them.
Quinn, who was sitting in the back of the car, had already recovered from the "magic" incident. He convinced himself that what he had just seen was just a toy.
At that moment, he looked outside, it was empty. He pushed Ben, who was sitting in the driver's seat, with his knee.
"What do you mean? Why are we stopping in the middle of the road? Have we run out of petrol?"
Franklin's expression was grave. Although he was like Quinn and could not see anything, he knew that something was not right from the expressions on Lauren and Ben's faces.
A strong wind had unknowingly started blowing outside, and the trees by the roadside swayed from side to side in the wind. The dark sky added a layer of mystery to this bleak scene.
No one paid any attention to Quinn.
"What's wrong? Aren't we going to have supper?"
