The Shadow of the Haunter

The thuds went on all night again, so Lizzie came upstairs with me and promised to stay until sunrise, to help me feel safe. Edward was down in the basement, keeping an eye on the shadow, and his last report was that it was in its corner, banging the boards and growling, but he didn’t think it had enough energy to keep it up much longer.

“Maybe my fear feeds him too,” I said to Lizzie, getting in bed.

“Yes, it’s possible,” she replied.

Another reason to face it. I didn’t know why, but I was sure that doing it would help me figure out the whole situation.

“We need to contact a medium or something,” I muttered, searching my phone.

Of course Trisha was still awake. She freaked out when I told her what was going on, minus the Blotters part, of course, and volunteered to help me find somebody that could at least advise me. She thought I needed the kind of psychic able not only to fe