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to make any sudden movements when you’re near them. That's the only thing that will snap them from their concentration. They do require feeding once in a while, and I think they're due for a little snack,” he sneers.
    I gulp my fear back into my stomach. I know an implied threat when I hear one. I guess these monsters eat people and if I don't cooperate, it's safe to assume I'm their next snack. He stops in front of an oversized chair adorned in steel shackles and leather straps. I reflexively withdraw, only to be met with resistance.
    “ Don't worry, love. I won't hurt you,” he grins. “Unless of course, you refuse to cooperate.”
    I feel his icy hands clutching my shoulders, pushing on them forcibly, causing me to stumble right into the chair. In the blink of an eye, the steel cuffs snap around my wrists and ankles while the straps tighten around my stomach and forehead. Terror fills my chest, lobbing my heart against my rib cage with each breath.
    “Now, the fun begins,” Micah roars. A tiny flicker of his sinister side flashes in his eyes, chilling me to the bone.

     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
     
     
    Kristy twists the handle, opening the door to the room she and Martello share. Martello is sitting at the vanity with his eyes closed, chanting. Smoke from a lit bundle of incense burns rapidly, skewing his refection in the mirror as it drifts upwards towards the ceiling. Chills flood Kristy's skin at the anticipation of tonight. He chants a few familiar lines of voodoo she's heard before, but never appreciated until now. His eyes snap open, landing on her.
    “ Girl? What is you doin’ standin’ there lookin’ all creepy for?” he jokes, lightly blowing on the incense.
    Kristy watches as the ends glim mer brightly under his breath. “I... I'm nervous about tonight.”
    Martello stops blowing and glances at her through the mirror. “Girl, I knows what you means.” He turns around, lightly patting the bed. “Come an’ sits here. We needs to gets you ready for the crazy-ass paranormal shitstorm we's all ‘bout to get tossed into.”
    Without hesitation, Kristy walks over and lowers herself in the spot he suggested. She folds her hands on her lap nervously, like a student on the first day of class. “I don't know what I’m supposed to do... or how to do anything for that matter.”
    Martello gr abs the incense and stands up. “Honey, listen. All you needs to do is find a ghost an’ see if it will talk to you. If I was you, that's not what I’d be worryin’ ‘bout right now.” He circles her, painting the air above her with the smoke. “You needs to make sure you don't allows no psycho ghost to latch itself onto you.”
    Kristy tenses upon hearing this. She never considered the side effects concerning her gift. Why would she? She never gave it a second th ought after her dad was taken. “What are you talking about?” she stutters. “They can attach to me?”
    “ They sure cans attach to you or your aura. We practicin’ voodoo peoples knows ‘bout the other side, an’ sometimes, it ain't a pretty place. Some ghosts carry pounds of hatred, child. They’ll drain you of your energy an’ make your life a livin’ hell. So, the last thing we needs is for you to be bringin’ one of them bitches home, you hears?”
    Kristy exhales heavily. “ I thought the crazy cat lady got a bad rap. It’s nothing compared to collecting abandoned, nasty spirits.”
    “ Hush now. We ain't gonna let that happens, okay? I knows me a thing or two ‘bout protection. This here,” he says, shaking the bundle of dry, burning grass, “is sage… the best in spirit protection. It can't protect you from everythin’, but this here’s a start,” he finishes, encasing her entire body with more smoke.
    Kristy inhales a large pocket of it, painfully coughing it right back out. “Eww, gross!”
    “You’s not s’posed to eats the stuff.” Martello places the lit bundle back on a ceramic dish and turns to Kristy.