"Yeah, you're right," he said, adjusting the books under his arm so he would be able to assist in opening anything. He didn't recall seeing any windows, but there surely had to be some somewhere. "Let's just be careful. Where there's one, there is always another."

That was something his grandmother taught him. Ghosts didn't attach themselves to one or two places every day. There had to be a reason, and if a site was good for one, who was to say it wouldn't be good enough for another?