Maybe it's simply because it's an old house and old houses tend to accumulate strange vibes over time. When you look over at the other old houses, though, you don't get quite the same feeling. It's like Mrs. McGlynn's house knows something you don't, like someone is watching you from inside even though you can't see them.
"I knew it!" Diego says. "If you're saying it, then it's not just me and it's got to be true."
"Yeah. I think you might be able to find some of your ghosts here," you tell the boys.
The three of you walk up the stairs to the porch and you ring the doorbell. Mrs. McGlynn opens the door with a smile.
"Oh, you brought friends. I hope this enthusiasm for history endures throughout the school year," she says as she lets you inside.
Mrs. McGlynn looks to be in her mid-fifties or so, and is wearing a flowy blouse and white pants. Her hair is in a bun, her sleeves are rolled up, and she sounds winded. The bins in the middle of the living room indicate that she's been moving things around.
While there are a few antique pieces of furniture, the interior decoration of the house is very modern overall. Beyond the living room is a dining room and a hallway. To your right are the stairs up to the second floor and next to them is an open door.
There are photos and newspaper clippings all over the walls. You don't see much else before she hurries over and shuts the door.
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