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around, so maybe it only happens when you’re in the room.”
    “Lucky me. But what about Coach Frucile? She spends more time in there than anyone. Her office is in there! How can she just sit there and not go nuts?”
    Tim’s eyes widened. “Maybe she knows about it, but it doesn’t go after her.”
    “What? It’s like her very own Buster or something?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe she was in on the murders and everything. Maybe she’s at the center of the whole thing!”
    “I doubt it,” I said, but then I thought about the coldness in Coach Frucile’s eyes.
    “Let’s look her up. What’s her first name?”
    “Um…” I dug through the pile of papers on my desk, looking for the class syllabus Coach Frucile had distributed on the first day of school; it included contact information like her full name and office phone number. “Lilith.”
    “And how do you spell Frucile?” He typed as I spelled. Then he sat back and studied her name in the search bar.
    “You’re supposed to hit return for the search to work,” I said drily.
    “Shut up. There’s something…Don’t you see anything weird about her name?”
    “Not really.”
    “Frucile. It just sounds weird. And look, if you rearrange the letters…” He typed another word beside Frucile in the search box. Lucifer.
    “What are you trying to say?”
    “That your gym teacher’s evil?”
    “We already established that. Her name could be Mother Teresa and she’d still be evil.”
    “But don’t you think it’s strange? And look at her first name. Lilith. Lilith was a demon in a couple of ancient mythologies. She drank blood.”
    “Why am I not surprised you know that? Whatever, I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”
    “But you don’t know that.” Tim continued. “What kinds of things do you feel in the locker room? Maybe we’d be better off researching what you’re experiencing.”
    That was good paranormal-investigation reasoning, and I wished I’d thought of it. I started describing what I’d felt, and Tim typed the words into the search box. Thelist we ended up with included
evil presence, threatening, haunted, heat, cold
, and
things moving by themselves
. When he hit search, the first site on the list of results was that of a paranormal investigation society in Oregon. Their archives included an account of a reported haunting that turned out to be something else entirely; after investigating, the society’s members suspected they were dealing with a portal of evil. “If there’s such a thing as Hell,” the report said, “we just found its servants’ entrance.”
    The possibility traced down my spine like an icy finger.
    “Did your parents ever investigate anything like this?” Tim asked.
    “I don’t know. Dad won’t talk about any of it. But Mom used to tell me she was never really afraid during investigations, and this sounds like it would scare anyone.”
    The report, which identified the investigated property as a building on Ramsay Court in an unspecified city, described elements that were all too familiar—hot and cold spots, objects moving on their own, a heavy and overwhelming sense of doom. After cutting short their initial visit, the investigators refused to go back; they recommended the property owners seek help from religious groups or experienced psychics. “The entities entering and leaving through the portal were demonic in nature, and more powerful than we were equipped to measure or deal with,” the report summarized.
    The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like the girls’ locker room was as appropriate a place as any for a hell gate.
    The report also explained that the Ramsay Court property had been abandoned for years; inside, the investigators found evidence of possible demonic rituals, including “black candles, symbols drawn on the walls and floor, drops of what appeared to be dried blood. It may have been an organized ritual meant to create a doorway or call forth a demon. Or it may have