Jennie appears in the threshold with a distinctly suspicious look on her face. “What are you dawdling out there for? Come in or leave.”

We take off our shoes and follow Jennie through the main foyer, which is huge, with double-storied high ceilings and a fancy chandelier. It also has one of those majestic staircases that princesses walk down in the movies, only for her guests (who are there for a fancy ball, of course) to go silent and watch in awe.

“Thanks for letting them in, door-sin,” Jennie says.

“Your floors are so shiny, door-sin,” David says.

“Your chandelier is amazeballs, door-sin,” Emmett coos.

Taeyo and I also give the door spirit a compliment each. I’d hate to be hit in the butt by such a heavy door.

Jennie leads us into a side parlor room with lavish gilded couches. It looks like something out of a K-drama where the parents are the rich, stuck-up owners of an international company. Not that I’m stereotyping or anything…

Jennie takes a seat on one of the couches but doesn’t invite us to sit down. Instead, she bites her nails nervously. “So what do you mean, a message from my halmeoni? I don’t have all day.”

“This might sound a little odd,” Taeyo starts, “but she wants to say something to you so she can finally find peace and move into the next realm. You can reserve judgment until afterward, if that makes you feel better. Let me deliver her message to you first.”

I notice he doesn’t introduce himself as Horangi, and a part of me feels bad for him. It sucks feeling like you have to hide who you really are. Especially when what happened thirteen years ago wasn’t his fault.

Jennie doesn’t seem to notice, though. “How do I know you’re not jerking me around?” She scowls at me even though it’s Taeyo who’s talking to her. She pulls her legs up onto the couch, huddling into a ball.

“I think you should give them a chance,” David says, sitting next to her. “I heard them talking about it at the restaurant, and I don’t think they’re kidding around.”

Good thing he came with us.

Jennie scowls some more but doesn’t say anything, and Taeyo takes that as agreement. We perch ourselves on the plush couch opposite her and David, and Taeyo opens Ghostr.

“First I’ll tell your halmeoni that we found you.” He starts typing into his phone. When he finishes, it buzzes with an alert. “Oh, she says she’s already here!”

I glance around the room, but there are no foggy outlines of an old woman that I can see. Jennie looks around nervously, too, and curls herself into an even tighter ball on the couch.