The second we step into the old Victorian that houses his fraternity, I know Malcolm is right. The rush is immediate, icy against my cheeks. Something tugs my hair.
“It’s haunted!” I say.
“It is.” Malcolm glances around as if tasting the air. “A few new ones since I was last here.”
“Are they always this rowdy?”
“Only when there’s a pretty girl around.”
Since no one else is around, my cheeks blaze at this, more heat for the ghosts to absorb. But it makes me wonder where all the humans are.
“Is it always this quiet?” I ask. It is a frat house, after all. Granted, my only experience with them is what I’ve seen in the movies. Still. I was expecting more than ghosts.
“Everyone is either at class or getting supplies for tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“It’s Friday.”
“So?”
Malcolm gives one of th
