Wherever she went, Stacey made casual, offhand comments about the strange occurrences in her building, her tone light but her words suggestive. She mentioned flickering lights and odd sounds, the sort of rumors that made people uncomfortable enough to second-guess their choices.
As the auction began, Stacey found a seat in the fourth row, a spot where she could observe everything without drawing attention to herself. She kept her head down, waiting patiently as the bidding proceeded, heart pounding as her apartment’s turn edged closer with each passing sale.