The Last Break

Amy and Trisha got to the Manor at noon, when I had already bitten my nails up to my elbows and was pretty much pacing up and down the walls. Turned out the medium had decided to tell my friend about the Blotters and explain the whole situation before leaving Boston. She wanted to assess Trisha’s reaction to be sure she was the right choice to come lend a hand.

That was why, to my utter surprise, my friend didn’t storm in calling out for ghosts and demons, never minding who was around. Instead, she got out of Amy’s flashy car already filming with her phone, using an SLS app to detect humanoid forms on screen. Which in Trisha’s world meant she was being the queen of discretion.

Susan was still around, with the excuse of making sure our guests had everything they needed right as they needed in their rooms, so we didn’t talk until she left and we sat down for a late lunch.

“Where are they?” Trisha asked Amy, a bundle of exc