Griffin sighed as he collapsed onto the couch by the fire. As Halloween approached, the nights were getting colder and colder. Add to that the mental and physical depletion that went with his bizarre training and Griffin was practically freezing ninety-nine percent of the time.
As he stared into the undulating flames, he thought about how said training had progressed over the past forty-eight hours since Sibyl had begun tutoring him. He was improving, albeit at a snail's pace. Of the twenty spirits he had summoned thus far, he had successfully gotten seven of them to tell him their darkest secret. Not exactly a passing grade, but at least it was something.
"Feeling alright?"
He jumped at the sound of Sibyl's voice as she came around the couch. Coughing to cover up his momentary fright
