Chapter 8

His hands were burning, his skin tingling, and yet he couldn’t pinpoint where the shadow was lingering. When he’d been out on the doorstep he would’ve bet his balls it was inside the cottage but when he’d entered there was only a residue of energy.

He needed to smudge this place...thoroughly. Rubbing his arms, he tried to chase away some of the shivers, but it wasn’t helping.

“What do you mean?” Mo’s eyes were dulled which had Eldred’s pulse raising. Something was wrong.

“Something has happened in here. Did you see anything? A ghost?”

Mo tensed and looked around the room. “There’s been some...noises.”

Noises?Not everyone saw spirits, or rather most people didn’t. If Mo had heard things, the spectre or whatever it was had been here. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“What? Where?” Mo’s eyes were bloodshot, and where Eldred had sensed stability yesterday, he now read fear.

“I need to pick up a few things...and my brother.”