Wait—that’s it?? It had taken Thomas a minute to recover his wits. He looked around. The  chapel was unoccupied. The air was heavy and still, and the building was eerily

Deciding that he had devoted more than enough time to Abigail Elizabeth Hargaves and the  mystery set of Rosary beads that bore her initials, Thomas poured himself into his work.

On the way back to his apartment, Thomas stopped at a coffee shop that sat directly across the  street from the edge of campus. He ordered a latte, slid into

The performance at the chapel, the roaring bonfire, the fraternizing that lingered into the early  morning hours—it was all now just a memory. So, for that matter, was Sophia. The

It did not take long for the stories to begin circulating about campus. Stories about candles in the  chapel that would ignite or extinguish all by themselves. About doors that

It was Halloween night, and nature was cooperating in spectacular fashion. The air was cool,  crisp, and clear. Trees were showering the sidewalks with amber-colored leaves, some gold mixed in