“I must say, that thing is nasty and strong. It didn't want me here, but I persevered in the end. What's happening? Miss Jamison, why are you here?”
“Interesting, isn't it?” Annabelle asked. “Father, I was just asking Lily to show us her fiancé's ghost. She says she summoned him in a séance, and he's been with her ever since.”
The priest's face paled until the scratches stood out bright as flaming torches against his dead-white skin. “A séance? Child, that's dangerous,” he admonished. “No good Catholic should ever dabble in such things.”
“Why is that, Father?” Lily asked.
Gavin noticed her hands trembling. She quickly tucked them behind her back.
“Because, once you issue the invitation,” the priest explained, “anything could respond. Yes, this might be the answer after all.”
“Are you
