“Are you saying that it's really true?” Beatrice gave her cousin a brow raise.

“Of course.” The boy answered, and then he dramatically swished his head, giving the children around him a scary look.

“They say that when midnight strikes and you are looking at the mirror while there is a portrait of someone dead behind you…then…” He allowed the last word to remain hanging which ignited more frightened shouts and squeals from the children. “Then….”

“Oh, don’t you think that’s just too dramatic?” Beatrice insisted.

“Beezus! This story’s for children so would you kindly slip away?"

“Pfft.” She snorted.