He leaned toward me, just inches away from my face, and looked directly into my eyes. “We’ll come back and find it, I promise,” Joey said. “Come on, we have to go.”
Every once in a while I glanced over my shoulder. I couldn’t help it. She was still there, watching us. Why couldn’t he see her? Is she really there, or am I seeing things? I felt Joey tug my arm, and I turned around.
“Why do you keep looking back?”
“I don’t know,” I lied again. I knew exactly why, but I couldn’t tell him, not if he didn’t see what I saw.
I looked back one more time, but we were too far away now. I couldn’t see her. When I turned back around, I noticed that we were still holding hands. I looked up, and Joey was looking at me.
“I’m not letting go,” he raised his eyebrow.
“Why?” I wrinkled my forehead.
“Because the minute I let go, you’ll probably run back there, that’s why,” he squeezed my hand tighter. “You’re stuck with me, I’m not letting go.”
“I’m not going to run back there, I promise,” He titled his head and raised his eye brow again. “Fine, don’t let go, I don’t care!” I narrowed my eyes and made a face.
He laughed. “You were, weren’t you?” I guess he thought it was funny. I made a fist, and punched him in the arm with my free hand. “I knew it!” I punched him again. “I’m still not letting go! You can punch me all day, if you want. It’s not going to work.”
I gave him a dirty look, and then looked at my shoes. I had to let him think I wanted to go back. I couldn’t tell him I saw…a ghost.