The Second-Best Haunted Hotel on Mercer Street

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CHAPTER 1 WILLOW The ghost would have been a head taller than the girl if the ghost had a head at all Instead the ghost had a stump It was right between her shoulders marking the spot where her neck used to be The stump was framed by several lacy shirt collars that were so stiff with dried blood they stuck up at weird angles The ghost’s long skirts billowed as she silently floated up behind the girl The sharp spurs on her leather riding boots dangled in midair as the apparition slowly stretched out her arms The girl was busy straightening a display of brochures on the mantel while balancing a stack of towels on her hip She didn’t see the ghost