The Third Horror
sister. "I thought about you every day. Every single day. Somehow, you were always there. Always beside me. Always in my mind."
    '7 thought about you too," the voice replied. But without any warmth. "/ thought about you too, Kody. '* The words came out icy and hard.
    Kody hesitated at the door to the basement. "Are you down there, Cally?"
    No reply.
    Kody raised both hands and wiped rainwater from her forehead and eyebrows. If only I could stop shaking! she told herself She pulled open the basement door and peered
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    down the dark stairs. Pale light reflected off the gray stone basement walls. "Are you down there, Cally?"
    'Yes, I'm down here. Come down, Kody. Come and find me."
    Holding tightly to the railing, Kody began to lower herself down the steep, narrow steps. Her sneakers squished on each creaking stair.
    She stopped halfway down, remembering the rats.
    "Cally? Are you really down here? Can I see you?"
    "Come and find me. Hurry!" the voice urged sharply.
    Yes. Cally was down in the basement.
    Kody's temples throbbed. Her legs felt weak as she made her way to the basement floor.
    Shadows moved in the pale light. The gray walls appeared to tilt as Kody took a step, then another. "Cally?" Her voice came out small and frightened. "Can I see you?"
    A scraping sound. Close by.
    Was it a rat?
    Rain pounded against the small windowpane above Kody's head at ground level. "Cally?" Kody took another step into the basement. She saw several large wooden storage crates piled one on top of the other over the floor.
    A wisp of light flickered behind a tall tower of crates.
    "Cally—are you back there?" Kody asked meekly.
    Silence.
    The light flickered.
    Something scuttled across the concrete floor.

     
    The wind splattered rain against the tiny basement window.
    '*Here I am, Kody. I've waited so long for you."
    "Oh, Cally!*' Kody exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. With a hard shiver, she rushed toward the flickering light—but her leg struck something hard, and she stumbled over it.
    A low wooden crate.
    "Ow!" Kody cried out, landing hard on one elbow.
    Pain shot up her arm and down her right side.
    Rubbing her elbow, she pulled herself up to her knees. "Cally? Are you here?"
    Staring toward the cartons, still on her knees, Kody saw a dark shadow roll across the floor.
    As the shadow rolled over her, Kody started to scream.
    But a hand clamped itself tightly over her mouth.

Chapter 16
    "Ohhhhhh."
    She felt hot breath on her cheek.
    She wanted to scream. But the hand held on tightly.
    Kody tried to duck away. But she felt so panic-stricken, her muscles wouldn't cooperate.
    She lowered herself to the floor in surrender.
    The hand loosened its grip.
    She turned and gazed into Bo's stubbled face.
    He had a finger raised to his lips. His eyes flared excitedly in the eerie, pale glow of his penlight.
    "Kody—what are you doing down here?" he whispered.
    "You—you scared me to death!" she managed to choke out angrily. She jumped to her feet and crossed
     
    her arms protectively over her chest as she glared at him.
    "Answer my question," he insisted, his eyes studying her, her wet clothes, her disheveled hair. "What are you doing down here?"
    "I—I—" Kody stammered. How could she explain that she had followed her sister's ghost? "What are you doing down here, Bo?" she demanded instead.
    "I have a right to be down here," he said softly, still studying her. "I have work to do for the production. But, Kody~"
    "You're here all by yourself? So late?" she insisted.
    "Kody, I work very late hours. It's part of being the director. But I really have to ask you to explain yourself," Bo said, his expression growing stem.
    "I—well. . ."
    "The security guard said he caught you in the house the night before last," Bo said, rubbing his stubbled jaw thoughtfully. "And now, here you are again. I don't want to believe anything bad about you, Kody. But I have to know what's going on."
    "I can't really explain," Kody started to

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