Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was.
D. J. MacHaleI stood on the street, staring up at the most normal-looking house in the world. My house. I'd lived there my entire life. It was home. It was safe. It was haunted. The only other explanation was that I was demented. I couldn't say which I was rooting for.
D. J. MacHale