“That’s ridiculous,” I said. But secretly, I loved that idea.
I heard a knock. Thump. Thump. Thump.
I ran upstairs and pressed the photo against the wall. “Eleanor?” I said. “Are you the one whispering?” Holt Mcdougal Literature Interactive Reader Grade 7
She wasn’t a ghost. She was a girl. A living, breathing girl who looked exactly like her photo, except angrier. “That’s ridiculous,” I said
“Of course I’m real,” she snapped. “I’ve been stuck between the walls for thirty years because of a time-rift. It happened when the building was built. Every time I try to leave, I end up back in 1994. But you—you wrote in chalk . Chalk is made of calcium carbonate. It disrupts temporal energy.” ” I said. But secretly