Citadel, Justin, and Gypsy felt the cool air shift and move away from them. Citadel and Gypsy watched the spirit’s watery outline as she went away from the table and toward the light. They sat in silence so as not to distract her from entering the light. At the edge of the bright beam, Mrs. Thorne’s ghost made a sound as though she had been punched in the stomach and the air was taken from her,Umpf!
The sound was followed by the entity screaming, “Ahhhh!” before the warmth returned to the room.
“I don’t think she’s going to get a warm reception,” said Justin, with a smile, and patted Citadel on her thigh.
“I agree,” said Citadel, pleased with how the session ended. She reached for the hand Justin rested on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. They shared an extended look between them, silen
