Chapter 29
I leaned against my closed bedroom door, taking deep breaths to stop the shaking and tears and grinding the heels of my hands into my eyes. I couldn’t explain the anger any more than I could explain how I was seeing and interacting with Delilah, and I wondered if my anger was her anger. Was I feeling so angry because Delilah had felt that way?
Tossing my bag to the floor, I went to my desk and grabbed my laptop. Turning on the lamp, I got comfortable on my bed with my laptop on my folded legs, careful not to bump my scratched knee, and searched ghosts first. I literally got 150 million hits, everything from movie reviews to doctored photographs showing images even more frightening than my personal encounter with Delilah in the kitchen.
I narrowed my search to contacting ghost
