Ideally, I’d like
you back here before sundown.”
“Fine.” He made his way down the hall alone.
“The rest of you,” Sara said, looking
around. “Where is the Turk?”
“He and Rico went to check out the stables,”
Angel said.
“Really?” Zach wasn’t sure if he was more
upset that Turk had left without getting permission or because he’d taken off
to investigate with a Demon Hunter .
“Well, spread the word,” Sara said. “We’re
all meeting up at five o’clock in the lobby. We’ve got a long couple of days
and nights ahead of us. Let’s pace ourselves, people.”
“Damn straight,” Ray said. He motioned to
Shelly and Rebecca. “Come along now, girls !”
“You need a good ass kicking don’t you?”
Shelly asked, failing to keep a straight face. She punched him in the meaty
part of his arm.
“Oww.” He began shadow boxing Muhammad
Ali-style, and then extended his right arm straight putting his palm on her
forehead – a move that made it impossible for her to reach him with punches.
“C’mon, girl . C’mon, girl .”
Shelly chuckled and played along. They
meandered down the hall toward the exit. Rebecca grabbed Zach by the elbow and
held him back.
“I need to ask you something.” She looked
unsure of how to express herself, which for her wasn’t unusual. Rebecca often
had trouble articulating her feelings and conveying her psychic experiences.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure. Do you feel anything here? I
mean, when you’re inside this place?”
Zach inhaled a deep centering breath. Other
than dust and the faint smell of musk, he sensed nothing. “No. But you’re more
attuned than I am. What do you feel?”
She looked him in the eye, which for
Rebecca, was rare. “Something is in this place—something ugly. It’s subtly—in
this case, not so subtly, affecting people’s moods.”
He nodded.
“Zach, something evil is roaming these
halls.”
Chapter Thirteen
That Sashza showed up to Rosewood shocked a
few—even Bryce had claimed that her appearance was a fifty-fifty proposition.
Sara had gotten the network to apply significant pressure to the
transvestite-psychic. Apparently a Sci-D lawyer had told Sashza that if she
expected to ever be seen on television again, she had better perform her
psychic walkthrough.
When Sashza did appear, it surprised no one
that she showed up in dramatic fashion. She strolled up the driveway wearing a
pink sequined dress and emitting an attitude as if she’d been pulled away from
an Emmy Awards dinner. Her sequins picked up the light of the setting sun and
flashed and twinkled. But her hat was what stole the show. A throwback to maybe
the 1940s, a faux white rose perched upon a tiny brim from which long thin
white feathers sprouted. And of course the pièce de résistance , the
white veil wrapped around her face as though it could shield her from all harm.
“Hello everyone. Hello!” She waved like she
was in a parade. “Thank you for all the calls!”
Her mood seemed to cool to just about frigid
when she approached Sara and the camera. With a nervous fluster, Sashza looked
away and focused on Bryce. “Darling, I am so glad you insisted I come. This is
a once-in-a-lifetime chance at really making contact with souls who need help.”
She grabbed Zach’s arm and pulled him close,
as though she needed both their support if she were to take more than a few
steps forward. “And Zach, my dear, I do hope to provide you a first-hand
viewing to the effectiveness of my readings.”
Zach smiled. “I’m sure it’ll be a treat.”
“We’re going to walk the property,” Bryce
said to Sashza. “We’re going to start at the administration building, move to
the old stables, and lastly go into the main hospital building.”
“Very good. And it will just be a small
group of us, yes? I don’t wish to be distracted by conflicting vibratory
sensations.”
The crew had finished filming Sashza’s
arrival. Sara
you back here before sundown.”
“Fine.” He made his way down the hall alone.
“The rest of you,” Sara said, looking
around. “Where is the Turk?”
“He and Rico went to check out the stables,”
Angel said.
“Really?” Zach wasn’t sure if he was more
upset that Turk had left without getting permission or because he’d taken off
to investigate with a Demon Hunter .
“Well, spread the word,” Sara said. “We’re
all meeting up at five o’clock in the lobby. We’ve got a long couple of days
and nights ahead of us. Let’s pace ourselves, people.”
“Damn straight,” Ray said. He motioned to
Shelly and Rebecca. “Come along now, girls !”
“You need a good ass kicking don’t you?”
Shelly asked, failing to keep a straight face. She punched him in the meaty
part of his arm.
“Oww.” He began shadow boxing Muhammad
Ali-style, and then extended his right arm straight putting his palm on her
forehead – a move that made it impossible for her to reach him with punches.
“C’mon, girl . C’mon, girl .”
Shelly chuckled and played along. They
meandered down the hall toward the exit. Rebecca grabbed Zach by the elbow and
held him back.
“I need to ask you something.” She looked
unsure of how to express herself, which for her wasn’t unusual. Rebecca often
had trouble articulating her feelings and conveying her psychic experiences.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure. Do you feel anything here? I
mean, when you’re inside this place?”
Zach inhaled a deep centering breath. Other
than dust and the faint smell of musk, he sensed nothing. “No. But you’re more
attuned than I am. What do you feel?”
She looked him in the eye, which for
Rebecca, was rare. “Something is in this place—something ugly. It’s subtly—in
this case, not so subtly, affecting people’s moods.”
He nodded.
“Zach, something evil is roaming these
halls.”
Chapter Thirteen
That Sashza showed up to Rosewood shocked a
few—even Bryce had claimed that her appearance was a fifty-fifty proposition.
Sara had gotten the network to apply significant pressure to the
transvestite-psychic. Apparently a Sci-D lawyer had told Sashza that if she
expected to ever be seen on television again, she had better perform her
psychic walkthrough.
When Sashza did appear, it surprised no one
that she showed up in dramatic fashion. She strolled up the driveway wearing a
pink sequined dress and emitting an attitude as if she’d been pulled away from
an Emmy Awards dinner. Her sequins picked up the light of the setting sun and
flashed and twinkled. But her hat was what stole the show. A throwback to maybe
the 1940s, a faux white rose perched upon a tiny brim from which long thin
white feathers sprouted. And of course the pièce de résistance , the
white veil wrapped around her face as though it could shield her from all harm.
“Hello everyone. Hello!” She waved like she
was in a parade. “Thank you for all the calls!”
Her mood seemed to cool to just about frigid
when she approached Sara and the camera. With a nervous fluster, Sashza looked
away and focused on Bryce. “Darling, I am so glad you insisted I come. This is
a once-in-a-lifetime chance at really making contact with souls who need help.”
She grabbed Zach’s arm and pulled him close,
as though she needed both their support if she were to take more than a few
steps forward. “And Zach, my dear, I do hope to provide you a first-hand
viewing to the effectiveness of my readings.”
Zach smiled. “I’m sure it’ll be a treat.”
“We’re going to walk the property,” Bryce
said to Sashza. “We’re going to start at the administration building, move to
the old stables, and lastly go into the main hospital building.”
“Very good. And it will just be a small
group of us, yes? I don’t wish to be distracted by conflicting vibratory
sensations.”
The crew had finished filming Sashza’s
arrival. Sara
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