pages remained unruffled.
Finally, Bryony tried one last session with the lights off—this time asking Marie to communicate making knocking sounds—once for 'no,' twice for 'yes.'
She ran through her questions again, but there was no response.
In frustration, she asked one last question. "Is there a ghostly presence here at all?"
There was a heavy slamming sound from upstairs, and Bryony sighed.
"That's just the window again."
William stood up quickly. His eyes were fixed on the floor above us.
"Katie, Bryony," he said in a low, level voice, "the two of you need to get out of here now."
I stood up. "What's wrong?"
William pulled Bryony to her feet. "Both of you, get out of here. Now."
"It's not a ghost," Bryony said.
"I know it isn't," William said sharply. "Go! I'll deal with this."
I took Bryony by the hand. "Come on. We'd better leave."
"What? Why?"
"Come on," I said.
William pushed us out into the hall, and we hurried toward the door.
Something rushed down the stairs past us, and suddenly all the lights in the house blazed to life. A strong wind kicked up and whirled around us in a circle, and books, papers, and pillows began to fly around us. Figurines flew off shelves and smashed into walls, and I heard a window shatter.
The wind continued to whirl around us until the three of us were forced to the floor. And then, as quickly as it had appeared, the whirlwind vanished. I heard the window upstairs slam shut once more.
Bryony got to her feet, pale and trembling. "What was that?"
William stood and glanced around the room. His eyes rested on the far wall.
"I think you got your message."
The wall was bare except for four words that had been scrawled across its surface in red paint.
THE HUNTER IS COMING.
Chapter 6.
Bryony had driven over herself, but under the circumstances, she wasn't really up to driving. So William and I drove her home.
She sat quietly in the front seat with William, but it was clear she was deeply rattled. I was shaken myself, and even William gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove.
We reached Bryony's house, and I touched her on the shoulder.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"Yes," she said quickly. "I'll be fine." She glanced from me to William and then back to me again. "You're sure that wasn't a ghost?"
"One hundred percent sure," William said gently.
"So was it a prank?"
"No, it definitely wasn't a prank," William said. "I think someone wants to get our attention but remain hidden himself."
"What did the message mean?" Bryony asked. "Who is the Hunter?"
"I don't know," William said. "But I'll find out."
Bryony sighed. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"No," William said quickly. "We got a response, and it gives us something to go on. The response just came from an unexpected quarter, that's all."
"You'll let me know what you find out?" she said.
"Of course," I said.
"Well, good night." Bryony opened her door. "Try not to have too many nightmares."
"Good night," I
Finally, Bryony tried one last session with the lights off—this time asking Marie to communicate making knocking sounds—once for 'no,' twice for 'yes.'
She ran through her questions again, but there was no response.
In frustration, she asked one last question. "Is there a ghostly presence here at all?"
There was a heavy slamming sound from upstairs, and Bryony sighed.
"That's just the window again."
William stood up quickly. His eyes were fixed on the floor above us.
"Katie, Bryony," he said in a low, level voice, "the two of you need to get out of here now."
I stood up. "What's wrong?"
William pulled Bryony to her feet. "Both of you, get out of here. Now."
"It's not a ghost," Bryony said.
"I know it isn't," William said sharply. "Go! I'll deal with this."
I took Bryony by the hand. "Come on. We'd better leave."
"What? Why?"
"Come on," I said.
William pushed us out into the hall, and we hurried toward the door.
Something rushed down the stairs past us, and suddenly all the lights in the house blazed to life. A strong wind kicked up and whirled around us in a circle, and books, papers, and pillows began to fly around us. Figurines flew off shelves and smashed into walls, and I heard a window shatter.
The wind continued to whirl around us until the three of us were forced to the floor. And then, as quickly as it had appeared, the whirlwind vanished. I heard the window upstairs slam shut once more.
Bryony got to her feet, pale and trembling. "What was that?"
William stood and glanced around the room. His eyes rested on the far wall.
"I think you got your message."
The wall was bare except for four words that had been scrawled across its surface in red paint.
THE HUNTER IS COMING.
Chapter 6.
Bryony had driven over herself, but under the circumstances, she wasn't really up to driving. So William and I drove her home.
She sat quietly in the front seat with William, but it was clear she was deeply rattled. I was shaken myself, and even William gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove.
We reached Bryony's house, and I touched her on the shoulder.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"Yes," she said quickly. "I'll be fine." She glanced from me to William and then back to me again. "You're sure that wasn't a ghost?"
"One hundred percent sure," William said gently.
"So was it a prank?"
"No, it definitely wasn't a prank," William said. "I think someone wants to get our attention but remain hidden himself."
"What did the message mean?" Bryony asked. "Who is the Hunter?"
"I don't know," William said. "But I'll find out."
Bryony sighed. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"No," William said quickly. "We got a response, and it gives us something to go on. The response just came from an unexpected quarter, that's all."
"You'll let me know what you find out?" she said.
"Of course," I said.
"Well, good night." Bryony opened her door. "Try not to have too many nightmares."
"Good night," I
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