Claire, Georgia, and Danny aren't your average ghost hunters. Their hit livestream channel "Creep It Real" rakes in thousands of viewers each time they go live. But what their fans don't know is that the trio fake the hauntings they come across at e...
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While Danny drives us home, I keep asking questions; What happened back there? Why was Georgia screaming like that? Why did he freak out and tell Seth to cut? But he says I wouldn't like his answers, so he doesn't tell me.
Whatever that means.
The question that burns the brightest is for Georgia: Did she stage the attack, or whatever that was? But I can't ask her. She's in the back of the van huddled under a big moving blanket. When I left her, she was trembling beyond belief. Seth promised he'd keep an eye on her.
When Danny finally pulls up outside my house, the exhaustion kicks in. All the weight falls to my legs and I don't think I can step out of the van. I stay for a couple of minutes, just looking out of the window at the house. Then I feel his hand on my arm.
"Hey," he asks gently. "You okay?"
I nod, but I don't know if I mean it. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say to solidify the lie.
I open the door and step out. He doesn't follow me. I walk to the side door and slide it open. Georgia sits on the seat still wrapped in the blanket, her leg bouncing. She doesn't meet my gaze. I look at Seth and he gives me a sad smile.
"Goodnight, Georgia," I say softly. She doesn't respond, let alone move. "I'll text you."
Seth closes the door, and they drive off. I stay in the street and watch the van fade away, the pit in my stomach growing the further away it gets.
I practically drag my feet to the front door. As I reach for the knob, it's pulled away from me. It's yanked open from the other side. I snap my gaze up to see my sister standing there. Her face is shadowed from the kitchen lights behind her.
"Finally!" She exclaims. Her hand lands on my arm, and she drags me inside. "I've been waiting and waiting!"
Even with the minimal energy, I somehow laugh. "For what? Did you mistake me for your UberEats order again?"
Emma rolls her eyes. "No, I did not." She tries to stifle a grin, but she can't hold it in for longer than three seconds. "You're my uber-famous sister!"
My head pounds, but it could be the headache from the drive. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean this —" She shows me her phone, which has TikTok open. Through my semi-blurry vision, I see a grainy video of a girl with the back of her head to the camera. Beyond her is the figure of another girl. Seconds later, a white, translucent shape rushes at the girl farther away and she crashes into the wall. Then she begins to scream.
My jaw falls open, my heart thumping loudly in my ear. "No..." The feed was out. Seth said it was. How did it get online? And what was...that? I don't remember that.
When my eyes finally tear away from the looping video, Emma is grinning from ear-to-ear. "You're famous! Look!" She points to the view number in the corner. "Over four million views!"
