Then Leah's dad cleared his throat. "So," he said, "I wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?" Leah said.
"Have either of you seen a ghost?"
I looked at Leah. She frowned. "What?" she said.
"A ghost?" Leah's mother asked.
"Yes," Leah's dad repeated. "Have either of you seen a ghost?"
Everyone stared at us.
"Henry has," Leah said.
"Really?" her father said.
"Yes," Leah's mother added.
"How did you see it?" Leah's dad asked.
Leah shrugged. "I don't know."
"Would you be willing to talk about it?" Leah's father asked.
"Um..." Leah glanced at me. "Okay... Sure."
I nodded. "Yeah, okay."
"Good," her dad said. "We were hoping you'd be willing to share your story. We'd really like to learn more about ghosts."
Everyone began talking at once. Everyone except me.
"I guess..." Leah's mothe
