Louis put himself in the scene and shivered.

“William, weren’t you scared being stuck in that grave pit all alone?”

William shook his head. “I’m a doctor. I don’t believe in ghosts. If I did, every hospital would be full of them every day.”

Louis trembled. “Yeah… but still, I’d be scared.”

No lie—Louis was the most terrified of ghosts among the brothers. As a kid, he’d wet the bed out of fear. It had been a lifelong joke for him.

William fell silent. He wasn’t afraid of ghosts either, but for a fleeting moment, fear had crept in. He worried Sylvia might disappear, or that he’d rot in that...