The Dead Girl Club

Chapter Three: The Unmovable

The truth was that the three ghosts had been wandering the city for a long time. They had no one but each other as they explored by themselves. There were lots of things you could do as a ghost, but those things got old quickly. They had forgotten what it was like to be seen.

They had a habit of snooping in people's houses at night. None of them expected this- this kid to happen.

At least, that's what they explained to Noah, who was wildly sleep deprived, wildly not okay with any of what was happening, and had to start getting ready for school in ten minutes.

They needed help. They were lost, unable to move on. Noah was the only connection to the world that they had. Oh boy.

"So, Noah,' Number Three seemed to enjoy the look he gave whenever he heard them use his name. A look of utter horror. "I'm sure you would like to know our names."

"No, I really don't-"

"I'm Dot."

"I said that I don't-"

"That wet rag over there is Holly." She threw her thumb over her shoulder at Number One, who was getting into Noah's things like she owned the place, currently flipping through a sports magazine (and thank God that was the only magazine she had found).

The term wet rag could be taken literally. Now that sunlight was shining in, Noah could see the sheen of liquid on her skin and hair. She was soaked, but nothing she touched got wet. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him curious.

Number Two had been sitting on his bed, staying completely silent. Was she waiting for something? She didn't look as old as the other two.

"What about her?"

"Oh, that's Joan."

Joan nodded a greeting his way. He nodded back.

"Uh, listen, as fun as this was . . . my friend is picking me up for school soon and I should get dressed . . ."

"Alrighty," Dot said. "See you later."

Noah grunted. "What I'm saying is-"

"Dot," Joan got her attention and nodded her head toward the door.

Dot gave an offended scoff. "Are you kidding me? We have to leave because you're shy about your-"

"Yes. Go away," Noah was tired and he hoped that he'd come back from school and they'd all be gone. After a good nap in biology, he should be back to his normal, sane self.

The girls floated themselves out of his room. He shivered, watching them float through his door. He was relieved to be alone after the night that he'd had. Maybe if he snuck away, they wouldn't notice. Noah was in the middle of packing his half-done homework and zipping up his backpack when he heard a car horn. Thank God.

He slipped out of the back door by the laundry room, stealthily closing the door behind him and walking around front to Alex's car. No way they saw that. He was safe.

"You would not believe what kind of night I had," Noah mumbled as he buckled his seatbelt.

"Oh, yeah? Why?" The car jerked into motion.

A female voice. "I would believe it." Noah's blood ran cold. All three girls were in the back seat.

To swear, quite loudly, was his only reaction.

"DUDE," Alex slammed on his brakes. "What? You forget something?"

"No! I just- forget it."

"Jeez, Noah."