Chapter Twenty-One
After school that day, Danny headed straight home, thinking about what he was going to do. He should have talked to Sam first. Who knows how Harriet would react?
Danny entered to find Harriet sitting on the couch, examining an envelope.
An envelope with the name Danny written on it.
Danny mentally kicked himself. He had forgotten about the myterious envelope left in the screen door. He must have had an angry expression on his face because Harriet glanced at him and dropped the envelope.
"I found it in the couch while looking for the remote," Harriet muttered, "What did you want to talk to me about?"
Danny's doubts came back, but he shoved them aside. In order to get Harriet's help he would need to tell her everything.
Everything.
Tucker had never been so miserable in his life. Their car had broken down on the exit ramp of the highway and quadruple A had refused to tow them. In the end, his mom had to come get them.
Though it was only 5:00, Tucker was exhausted and collapsed on his bed. Just as he was dozing off, the phone rang. Figuring it was Danny or Sam, he reluctantly picked up.
However, the voice on the other end didn't belong to either of his friends. It sent shivers down Tuckers spine.
"I know this is Tucker Foley. Let your friends know that if they don't stop meddling, they'll end up like Jassmine Fenton."
Tucker gasped, "Who is this?"
But he only heard a dial tone.
Though Tucker was in shock, he was able to think straight and dialed 69.
"This number only exists in your imagination," The operators voice, "If you call again you'll be charged 10$ for wasting my time."
Tucker sighed. Things were getting more dangerous than usual.
And "usual" was nearly getting destroyed by an insane spirit on a daily basis.