Emily never made it to her room. Sam waited for her in the front hall. Stood there and stared at her like always. This time, Sam rushed toward her before Emily could react. She flung her arms up over her face, too late, as the Goth ghost tore right through her and out the door.
Her soul contracted, spasmed inside her. She shuddered from head to toe, so chilled through and through she gasped for a breath, only had a heartbeat to realize Tara was coming for her too.
Emily got the door open and was outside before her second friend could do the same. She was sure her heart would collapse if it happened again.
"Don't do that!" She meant to yell, but her air was gone. It came out as a whisper.
They were there, all three of them, at the foot of her driveway, waiting for her, flickering in and out. That flickering was angry. Impatient. She felt their anxiety and had no choice.