We have a routine now. I know when the entity vanishes because extra treats appear. The soothing balm rushes in when my thoughts wander to Springside and especially when they wander to Malcolm.
The books on the shelves rearrange themselves, and it’s as if the entity is directing my education. It’s a bit passive aggressive, but it’s effective. Besides, it only laughs when I complain.
There’s so much more beyond this haven he’s created for me. The books tell me that; my own senses do. When I sit on the couch, my feet twitch. When I felt this way in the past, back in Springside, I would brew up a pot of coffee, pull together the field kit, and go searching for ghosts.
“You’re not close to being ready,” it says when I broach the subject. “It will take decades, not that you’ll really notice.
