Strong EmotionsBy sunrise, I was angry. Angry that my one grand venture, my big statement in the world, such as it was, had been marred by the supernatural. I drew back the bolts and threw open the doors and let the light shine in. I donned a shift and some flip flops and went out to the patio. Before I lost my nerve, I marched up the balcony stairs and entered the room above my bed. The floorboards were rough and the walls unpainted. Some of the original paintwork had been saved on patches of old render. The vaulted ceiling was magnificent and reminded me of Casa Coroneles. I momentarily lost myself to its potential before my anger at my supernatural intruder rose up in me again. No one and nothing was going to scare me into leaving that splendour.
In the room were two saw horses and a s
