"Play hard but fair. Look after your teammates. And save your competitive flair for the Conniston game next week."

Despite the team’s promise to work together, squawking and bickering filled the air at the next practice. Although no fights broke out, their testy attitude baffled the coach. It would take another few days before she and the girls understood why.

Jenna’s mother, Renee, and family friend Hope arrived at the end of practice to pick up Jenna and Erica. While walking off the field, the girls spotted the bonnet lady again, this time at the old shack. They saw her step behind the stone chimney, but she didn’t reappear.

"Can you wait a few minutes, Mom?" asked Jenna. "I want to check out who this person is."

"I’ll go with you, Jenna," said Hope. As they walked across the field, Hope told her, "I have a very odd feeling about that woman."

"Uh-oh, is this your psychic side talking?"

Hope nodded. She was a professional psychic who had her own local call-in radio show. On several occasions, she had worked with the police, using her psychic power to help them find clues to crimes.

Hope began to shiver and wrapped her hands around her forearms. "I’m getting bad psychic vibrations about this field, Jenna. It feels like…" She hesitated.

"Like what? Please tell me."

"Death. It feels like death."

They hurried across the field, gingerly stepped over the barbed-wire fence, and reached the remains of the shack. Jenna looked around. "There’s no sign of the bonnet lady, Hope. She’s gone."

"I’m not so sure," replied the psychic, her eyes closed and her hands spread out in front of her. "I can feel the presence of a woman, a very sad woman who lived a long time ago. I can’t get a complete picture in my mind yet. There are too many people around. Let’s go back."

"Could this woman be the bonnet lady?" asked Jenna.

Hope didn’t say anything.

"Hope, you can tell me. I’m not a little kid anymore. You’re the one who told me I have psychic gifts that need to be developed, remember? And you said Erica might be psychic too."

"You’re right, Jenna." Hope stopped and squeezed the girl’s hand. "I believe the bonnet lady is a ghost."

"A ghost? On a soccer field?" Jenna’s eyes lit up with excitement. "That’s totally awesome!"

"Who she is and why she’s appeared I can’t say," said Hope. "But I want to find out. Jenna, how long has the team been practicing on this field?"

"About a week."

"Has anyone used it before the soccer team?"

"No, this is a new school, so we’re the first ones to practice here. It’s only temporary."

"Think carefully, Jenna. Have you picked up any kind of psychic impressions on this field? Anything at all?"

"No, but I’ve been much more emotional. So has Erica. We both cried during practice earlier this week because the coach yelled at us. And I’ve felt angry for no reason. I even got into a fight. Actually, the whole team fought, and that’s not like us. We all played soccer together at our old school, and we always got along. But lately we’ve been at each other’s throats."