'Thanks though,' she added with a cheeky grin.
CHAPTER THIRTY
It was two minutes to midnight. Emma and Lana stood shivering, not with cold but with apprehension. Standing amid a multitude of gravestones, they waited for Nisha to arrive. When she'd finally returned from the National Archives earlier that afternoon, she'd been delighted to have been asked for assistance and had suggested they meet at midnight at another local churchyard, Abney Park.
The call of a hooting owl, followed by a deep creaking sound made Lana practically jump into her sister's arms, making Emma chuckle nervously.
The girls stood looking around, imagining eerie shadows dancing in the moonlight when it was just the trees swaying in the breeze.
When a deep throaty laugh made them bolt from where they stood, Lana
