Chapter Thirty-Five
Everyone around the table was naturally startled by the sudden threat from the malevolent voice, with the exception of Doris.
The psychic’s expression registered nothing more than mild irritation.
She waited for the rest of the room to calm down before she said anything, and even then, her voice remained steady. “Molly dear, would you relight the candles for me, please?”
Molly, who in spite of the many séances she had sat in on in the past, appeared to be as shaken as everyone else, quietly stood up and made her way over to the sideboard, where William had left a box of matches next to one of the candleholders.
Doris turned to Father Gregory, whose silhouette in the flickering glow from the fire gave him a rather sinister appearance.
“Father, would you be so kind
