it.
“Metaphorically speaking, of course. Because your house is now my house. I bet that really lights a fire under your ass, doesn’t it?” I chuckled at my own unintentional joke. “A bitch like me. Daring to be strong in your home? Daring to stand up to you and maybe even get the better of you.”
The hair along the back of my neck prickled and I knew, even as I repressed a shiver, I was getting a rise out of the man of the house.
He was strong because I got a sudden and solid image of him. He materialized right before me which was a bigger feat than being a flickering apparition from a distance. The hair along my arms joined in the fray and my skin tingled with his menacing presence. Up close and personal like this, holding a visage is a hell of a lot of expended energy for a ghost. He was feeding off his own anger.
I pulled out a match but didn’t light it. I wanted him closer. I wanted him gone.
He grinned at me and those dark-dark eyes sent a chill through me. I could imagine him killing the maid. Taking a life would be nothing but evil fodder for a person like . I could picture this monster, reveling in the death of the laundress. Eager and hungry for poor Lanie’s death when she showed up like a present dropped in his lap. Another soul for him to gulp down and relish.
I clenched my jaw, waiting for him to get a bit closer to me. “I think you need to get out of my house now. This is one woman who won’t succumb to your whole evil spirit shtick.”
He glowered, flickered, advanced on me. His malignant energy licking at the edges of mine.
Elijah came rushing out of nowhere. I felt the whoosh and blow of his presence, then I felt the way ’s energy slammed Elijah’s fragile, newly passed spirit back. It was a cracking blow that sounded like an audible pop in my head.
“Bastard,” I said, and struck the match. I paused long enough to savor the moment. Very unlike me. I tended to shy away from negative emotions, but this was going to be good. Exactly what Chadwick deserved. Plus, the brief break in the proceedings gave Elijah a chance to bolster his energy. I felt him recover quickly.
Elijah moved forward again. Eager to protect me even in death. slammed his bigger, darker energy into Elijah’s, and it rattled him so hard it clacked my teeth together with empathy. I set the flaming match to the hedgerow and watched it catch. turned his attention to me, a keening sound coming off him only I (and possibly some neighborhood dogs) could hear. I held my ears as he shrieked, his rage so palpable it made my jaw ache as I clenched my teeth from the atrocious sound. When he rushed to hover close to his beloved bushes, presumably sprinkled with the blood of his unfortunate victims, it was sweet Lanie who hurried forward. A seasoned spirit, Lanie was strong in her own right. She shoved hard, and I experienced a sensation of tearing followed by a pop like a shoulder being displaced from its socket. For a moment, the fire burned high and ragged as if it had been fed extra oxygen by the sudden offering of ’s spirit, his soul. Then it died down to a smolder, and I felt a surge of energy emanate from the shrub as if were rallying, possibly breaking free from the conflagration.
A new sensation came over me and I realized Lanie’s stronger spirit had joined with Elijah’s fledgling soul. I briefly saw them hurtling toward the fire. On a whim, I added my own psychic intention to the fray, hoping that it would help them defeat . The power of intention is amazing; it can protect, and it can destroy. The three of us intended that Chadwick Montgomery never hurt another soul.
It’s hard to tell what will rid you of a spirit. Some things work on some, not on others. But as a medium, you do know when one is gone. It wasn’t instantaneous. ’s dark intentions reared up to flick filthy shadows over the white, benign light of the couple. He fought in the burning bushes, clinging to his evil history. But after the
“Metaphorically speaking, of course. Because your house is now my house. I bet that really lights a fire under your ass, doesn’t it?” I chuckled at my own unintentional joke. “A bitch like me. Daring to be strong in your home? Daring to stand up to you and maybe even get the better of you.”
The hair along the back of my neck prickled and I knew, even as I repressed a shiver, I was getting a rise out of the man of the house.
He was strong because I got a sudden and solid image of him. He materialized right before me which was a bigger feat than being a flickering apparition from a distance. The hair along my arms joined in the fray and my skin tingled with his menacing presence. Up close and personal like this, holding a visage is a hell of a lot of expended energy for a ghost. He was feeding off his own anger.
I pulled out a match but didn’t light it. I wanted him closer. I wanted him gone.
He grinned at me and those dark-dark eyes sent a chill through me. I could imagine him killing the maid. Taking a life would be nothing but evil fodder for a person like . I could picture this monster, reveling in the death of the laundress. Eager and hungry for poor Lanie’s death when she showed up like a present dropped in his lap. Another soul for him to gulp down and relish.
I clenched my jaw, waiting for him to get a bit closer to me. “I think you need to get out of my house now. This is one woman who won’t succumb to your whole evil spirit shtick.”
He glowered, flickered, advanced on me. His malignant energy licking at the edges of mine.
Elijah came rushing out of nowhere. I felt the whoosh and blow of his presence, then I felt the way ’s energy slammed Elijah’s fragile, newly passed spirit back. It was a cracking blow that sounded like an audible pop in my head.
“Bastard,” I said, and struck the match. I paused long enough to savor the moment. Very unlike me. I tended to shy away from negative emotions, but this was going to be good. Exactly what Chadwick deserved. Plus, the brief break in the proceedings gave Elijah a chance to bolster his energy. I felt him recover quickly.
Elijah moved forward again. Eager to protect me even in death. slammed his bigger, darker energy into Elijah’s, and it rattled him so hard it clacked my teeth together with empathy. I set the flaming match to the hedgerow and watched it catch. turned his attention to me, a keening sound coming off him only I (and possibly some neighborhood dogs) could hear. I held my ears as he shrieked, his rage so palpable it made my jaw ache as I clenched my teeth from the atrocious sound. When he rushed to hover close to his beloved bushes, presumably sprinkled with the blood of his unfortunate victims, it was sweet Lanie who hurried forward. A seasoned spirit, Lanie was strong in her own right. She shoved hard, and I experienced a sensation of tearing followed by a pop like a shoulder being displaced from its socket. For a moment, the fire burned high and ragged as if it had been fed extra oxygen by the sudden offering of ’s spirit, his soul. Then it died down to a smolder, and I felt a surge of energy emanate from the shrub as if were rallying, possibly breaking free from the conflagration.
A new sensation came over me and I realized Lanie’s stronger spirit had joined with Elijah’s fledgling soul. I briefly saw them hurtling toward the fire. On a whim, I added my own psychic intention to the fray, hoping that it would help them defeat . The power of intention is amazing; it can protect, and it can destroy. The three of us intended that Chadwick Montgomery never hurt another soul.
It’s hard to tell what will rid you of a spirit. Some things work on some, not on others. But as a medium, you do know when one is gone. It wasn’t instantaneous. ’s dark intentions reared up to flick filthy shadows over the white, benign light of the couple. He fought in the burning bushes, clinging to his evil history. But after the
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