Mayte, never one to miss an opportunity for existential dread, was already halfway behind a thorny rose bush, using its spindly branches as camouflage. "I am firmly with Channing! This is a terrible idea!" she whispered, her voice cracking like dry wood. "What if it’s a poltergeist? I heard they target the people who are the most nervous! Or worse, a polter-cat that knocks valuable things off shelves and then stares at you with judgment!" See more