Jacob shivers beside me, and I roll my eyes. For a ghost, he scares so easily.
“Have you ever thought,” he says, “that you don’t scare easily enough?”
But I scare just as easily as anyone. Believe it or not, I don’t want to spend my time searching for ghosts. It’s just that if they’re there, I can’t ignore them. It’s like knowing there’s someone standing right behind you and being told not to turn around. You can feel their breath on your neck, and every second you don’t look, your mind just makes it worse because in the end, what you don’t see is always scarier than what you do.