“Holy Mackerel!” I gasped as I stared up at the castle ruins. Susan wasn’t kidding, the ruins is full of pale ghost figures floating in mid-air. What are they doing? Of course, she can’t see those. Only I can as I am the medium.
“Um, Harriet?” Susan called from the backseat, jolting me back to reality. “You do know we, too, don’t drive on the curb, right?”
Oops! Quietly and a tad embarrassed, I steered the car back onto the road, feeling fortunate nobody was behind me. Seeing ghosts can be so interestingly wonderful and distracting at the same time.