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Hence, she had to supplement her income with the second oldest profession known to wo Weekdays, she lived her drea tables at The Blue Monkey, a hipster Vegan restaurant in don Ta on more than one occasion There was no way around it She’d have to transfer s and pray she didn’t break her neck trying to crawl back out the

The sound of crunching gravel made Allie stop in her tracks “Jen,” she whispered into the phone, “I think I just heard so”

“Like what? Moaning? Chains rattling?” Jen’s voice hitched with excite so low? I can barely host couldn’t hear you if it wanted to It can probably even read your thoughts”

If Allie hadn’t been so creeped out she would have laughed “What are you, a ghost expert?”

Another sound This ti

Blihost after Jen’s own kinky heart!

“Jen, I gotta go—”

“But the electric bill—”

“I promise I’ll pay it tomorrow online”

“Okay Aweso I wouldn’t do!” She hung, up leaving Allie to wonder exactly what those last words meant

Keeping herself as still as possible, Allie slipped the cell phone back into her shorts pocket The building was now eerily quiet No gravel crunching No chains rattling Had she iined it? Probably Allie let out a pent up breath She didn’t knohether she was relieved or disappointed Both, maybe

She waited a few o, she’d been inside this building Buela had brought her here after Allie had graduated high school, proud of the granddaughter about to go off to college that she’d raised alle-handedly Back then the senior center had been alive Full of noise and energy Now, the place just looked sad Empty, with bits of scattered trash strewn on the floor

So small and dark scurried past her

Correction: Not exactly empty

Cockroaches!