As she expected, not every Elithera was willing to let nature take it's course, they preferred to take justice into their own hands.
The three ghosts turned their heads around to look at the Elithera compound one last time.
"Crazy, they are crazy." Connie declared. "Sister, they have a torture room at the top floor of the building. Oh the horror!"
"Forget it, they are not our business anyway. I am a shaman, my business is the supernatural." Phoebe replied.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the head rest. Something came to mind and she opened her eyes immediately.
"Ancestor, the shaman of Bayan lake, i need to know everything about him."
The Saxon spirit nodded and vanished from the car to do some poking around. She liked the fact that Phoebe was being vigilant because someday, someone would come looking for her, unhappy about all the dark spells she was undoing.
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