CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
AUTHOR'S POV
Selena and Mary turned in unison, fear written all over their face. Was there a ghost in the house? Or did little Michael say something else and their ear had interpreted it differently? But their eyes saw something different. Michael was the only soul at the dining area. It was either the ghost was speaking through him? Or they had misheard him. Either way, their heart raced in harmony. They could almost hear the musical rhythm.
"What did you just say?" Selena stood up from the couch leaving a dazed Mary to fend for herself.
Michael looked down at the phone, pretending someone had not said anything to him.
"Michael! I'm talking to you. What did you just say" Selena yelled, taking her hands to feel the newly sprout hair on her head.
