that the closet door opens and shuts on its own.”
“Great,” Tiffany said. “Can I have the bed back?”
A floorboard creaked in the hall.
“Did you hear that?”
“Shh.” Sunny listened at the door, but her senses insisted that other was behind her.
“Sunny?”
“Yes?”
“Orb to your right,” Shade said.
“What do your spidey senses say?”
Shade studied the viewfinder. “It just disappeared into the closet.”
As soon as she finished her sentence, there was a thump behind the door followed by a noise in the bathroom across the hall.
“What is that?”
“The faucet turned on.”
“Crap,” Tiffany said. “I hate the really active ones. EMF spiking and bouncing between a point four and five.”
“What is your name?” Sunny asked. “Can you tell us why you’re still here?”
“Bathroom is clear,” Shade called.
Sunny stood in front of the closed closet. “Hello?” Icy cold air seeped around the frame. “Temp?”
“Sixty-four.”
Sunny felt energy crackle against her skin, and an image fluttered in her mind then grew stronger. It was an older woman in a blue shirtwaist dress. Her hair was up in a severe bun and her face appeared thin and drawn. When Sunny reached for the knob, the spirit shook her head.
“I’ve got something,” Sunny said. “But she’s either shy or afraid.” She sat on the floor and remained still in an effort to receive more. “It’s okay. Who are you?” The woman showed her an E and R consecutively. “Erma? No?” L and another E. “Erleen? Yes? Okay, Erleen. Why are you here?” The ghost spread her arms then pointed to her chest.
“But it’s not your house anymore, dear.” Sunny gently smiled telepathically at her.
“What’s she doing?” Tiffany asked.
“She’s crying.”
A loud crash in the kitchen startled Sunny, and the image wavered. “Did you do that, Erleen?” The image of the woman in her mind looked frightened, shook her head, and abruptly disappeared.
“Shade, what do you feel?”
“Aggressive male energy. Let’s go.”
“I’m not getting anything,” Tiffany said. “It’s all that, um…” She paused. “Um, recent stuff that I feel.”
“It’s okay, Tiff,” Shade said. “I got it.”
The air in the kitchen was heavy and stifling. They waited, but there were no more noises in the area. Tiffany crossed to the counter and laid her hand on it. “Residual,” she said. “I can see an older man, and he’s wearing one of those old-time tank tops. He’s balding and has a pot belly. He just threw a chair. Wait, it’s looping again and I can see a woman cowering on the floor. He’s telling her if she ever leaves, he’ll find her and kill her.”
Sunny heard an audible scream and knew the recorder caught it.
“Still residual,” Tiffany said.
“Asshole. Do you want me to call his ghost up?”
“Absolutely not. Poor Erleen is terrified enough. She’s been trapped here too long.”
Tiffany turned to Shade. “Are you sure he’s not still here?”
“I’ll go downstairs and check.” Shade chuckled. “Do you want to come to the basement with me, little girl?”
“Bite me, Shade.”
“All right, you two,” Sunny said. “Tiffany, will you come with me to talk to Erleen?”
“Of course.”
Sunny grabbed her bag before reentering the bedroom. She lit three white candles before settling on the floor across from Tiffany and holding her hands. Sunny imagined a tiny light and focused on it. Tiffany’s energy joined with her own, and the light grew until it was a bright sun.
“Erleen?” Sunny called. “He can’t hurt you anymore. Honey, it’s time to go home.”
The spirit looked longingly at the light through obvious tears, and Sunny felt the desire emanating from her even as she hesitated to go.
“It’s okay. Do you still see the people waving? They’re waiting for you. Go on. I promise you, it will be all right.”
Erleen looked over her shoulder and smiled. The older woman vanished,
“Great,” Tiffany said. “Can I have the bed back?”
A floorboard creaked in the hall.
“Did you hear that?”
“Shh.” Sunny listened at the door, but her senses insisted that other was behind her.
“Sunny?”
“Yes?”
“Orb to your right,” Shade said.
“What do your spidey senses say?”
Shade studied the viewfinder. “It just disappeared into the closet.”
As soon as she finished her sentence, there was a thump behind the door followed by a noise in the bathroom across the hall.
“What is that?”
“The faucet turned on.”
“Crap,” Tiffany said. “I hate the really active ones. EMF spiking and bouncing between a point four and five.”
“What is your name?” Sunny asked. “Can you tell us why you’re still here?”
“Bathroom is clear,” Shade called.
Sunny stood in front of the closed closet. “Hello?” Icy cold air seeped around the frame. “Temp?”
“Sixty-four.”
Sunny felt energy crackle against her skin, and an image fluttered in her mind then grew stronger. It was an older woman in a blue shirtwaist dress. Her hair was up in a severe bun and her face appeared thin and drawn. When Sunny reached for the knob, the spirit shook her head.
“I’ve got something,” Sunny said. “But she’s either shy or afraid.” She sat on the floor and remained still in an effort to receive more. “It’s okay. Who are you?” The woman showed her an E and R consecutively. “Erma? No?” L and another E. “Erleen? Yes? Okay, Erleen. Why are you here?” The ghost spread her arms then pointed to her chest.
“But it’s not your house anymore, dear.” Sunny gently smiled telepathically at her.
“What’s she doing?” Tiffany asked.
“She’s crying.”
A loud crash in the kitchen startled Sunny, and the image wavered. “Did you do that, Erleen?” The image of the woman in her mind looked frightened, shook her head, and abruptly disappeared.
“Shade, what do you feel?”
“Aggressive male energy. Let’s go.”
“I’m not getting anything,” Tiffany said. “It’s all that, um…” She paused. “Um, recent stuff that I feel.”
“It’s okay, Tiff,” Shade said. “I got it.”
The air in the kitchen was heavy and stifling. They waited, but there were no more noises in the area. Tiffany crossed to the counter and laid her hand on it. “Residual,” she said. “I can see an older man, and he’s wearing one of those old-time tank tops. He’s balding and has a pot belly. He just threw a chair. Wait, it’s looping again and I can see a woman cowering on the floor. He’s telling her if she ever leaves, he’ll find her and kill her.”
Sunny heard an audible scream and knew the recorder caught it.
“Still residual,” Tiffany said.
“Asshole. Do you want me to call his ghost up?”
“Absolutely not. Poor Erleen is terrified enough. She’s been trapped here too long.”
Tiffany turned to Shade. “Are you sure he’s not still here?”
“I’ll go downstairs and check.” Shade chuckled. “Do you want to come to the basement with me, little girl?”
“Bite me, Shade.”
“All right, you two,” Sunny said. “Tiffany, will you come with me to talk to Erleen?”
“Of course.”
Sunny grabbed her bag before reentering the bedroom. She lit three white candles before settling on the floor across from Tiffany and holding her hands. Sunny imagined a tiny light and focused on it. Tiffany’s energy joined with her own, and the light grew until it was a bright sun.
“Erleen?” Sunny called. “He can’t hurt you anymore. Honey, it’s time to go home.”
The spirit looked longingly at the light through obvious tears, and Sunny felt the desire emanating from her even as she hesitated to go.
“It’s okay. Do you still see the people waving? They’re waiting for you. Go on. I promise you, it will be all right.”
Erleen looked over her shoulder and smiled. The older woman vanished,
Similar Books
