Invisible, as Music

“Step on the bridge, Ryan.”

“Okay,” Ryan murmurs, almost to himself. “I can do this.”

He draws closer, until there’s no more earthen path left before him. Only iron and wood awaits him.

Ryan sets his jaw. He steps up. One sneaker, then the other one.

He pulls up short and darts a glance to both sides of him, as if he’s expecting the goatman to show up and drag him away. As if they hadn’t already cleared this bridge and claimed it for their own.

The night is still and silent.

Shane’s chest surges with warmth. He’s so proud of Ryan. He really is.

“That’s it,” Shane says lightly, just under his breath. “Bravest ghost hunter in the world.”