"Ghost Stories" by Rosemary Border
In thedark, I touched a hand, a very cold hand.
Now, because of the game, Ihad to hide in the dark with... with this cold person - not speaking,not knowing who it was. Slowly the others found us, hid with us, untilwe were all there - all thirteen. Thirteen? But there were only twelvepeople in the house!
We touched each other in the dark, counting. Thirteen. Quickly, nervously, I lit a match to see...