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tongue at me.  “Kendall, I really think you’re overreacting to—”
    “No, I’m not.”
    Mrs. Flanders acknowledges me, though.  “I do agree with you a bit, love.  Ever since we used that Ouija board, Amberly hasn’t been herself.  She’s been quiet disruptive and talks back to me.  We’ve seen items here in the house move about on their own.  And then, when I threw the bloody thing into the rubbish, it reappeared in my breakfast nook.  I threw it out three more times, only for it to show back up.”  She turns back to Christian and Oliver.  “So, I’m a bit concerned.”
    “I don’t like this at all,” Jess whispers to me from my right.
    “I’m not feeling well,” Maddie states.  “It’s as though something’s trying to push out of my stomach.  It’s the worse ache I’ve ever had.”
    Taylor stops taking pictures of the room and Mrs. Flanders so he can tend to Maddie.  “Are you okay?  Do we need to get you to a doctor?”
    Maddie shakes her head.  “No.  This is what usually happens to me.  Only, never like this before. Not this intense.”  She lifts her eyes to our leader.  “Oliver?”
    “Breathe through it, Maddie,” he instructs.  “Get in touch with your feelings and process through them.  Recognize any spirit that’s trying to get your attention and we’ll work with them.”
    She nods, but I can see the fear in her eyes.
    The energy in this place is dark.  Damned.  The walls moan out in a growl, calling to my psychic sense.  Fingers of confusion curl around, trying to pit us against each other as a demonic laugh echoes throughout the house.
    “Can you hear that?” I ask the group.
    Jessica’s eyes fill with tears.  “The aura in this whole room is black.”
    Jayne is shaking over in the corner.  “I don’t like the visions I’m getting in my head.”
    Celia shrugs, but pulls out her KII meter to measure the electromagnet fields in the room.  “This is how I investigate.”  Immediately, the device in her hand lights up from green to yellow to orange, and then all the way to red.  She lifts her eyes at the quick response.  “Something’s definitely not right here.”
    Mrs. Flanders covers her mouth with her hand.  “Oh, dear.”
    “We must do a cleansing,” Oliver says.  “All of us are needed to pull together.  We must pray hard, and use our collective energies to drive out whatever dark force has come into this house.”
    Mrs. Flanders inhales deeply.  “You don’t think it’s my Alfred, do you?”
    “We don’t know what it is, ma’am,” Patrick says kindly.
    She reaches for a nearby notepad.  “This was the name that was spelled out on the Ouija board both times we used it.  D-o-j-o.”
    Christian’s head snaps in her direction knowingly.  “Dojo.”
    “Who’s that?” I ask harshly.
    Very dryly, Christian states, “A demon.”
    “Ohhhh-kay.”  Jason, who’s been standing off in the back, sighs deeply.  He levels his blue stare my way and steps forward.  “ This is what you dragged us over an ocean for?  I see nothing’s changed with you, Kendall.  You’re as senseless as ever before.”
    I growl at him.  “No one made you come on this trip.”
    “Not now, you two,” Patrick says in a hiss.  “Look.”
    “I have this, Oliver, old chap.  This is my specialty,” Christian says with great calm.  He snaps his fingers at Jayne, who obediently rushes to his side.  “I’ll take care of this.”
    With that, he takes the brown bag that Jayne gives him and removes a large, polished piece of lumber.  It’s smooth and thin and shaped like a section of a tree with ring of color showing its age before varnishing.  It should be a beautiful item to behold.
    It’s anything but.
    It’s Christian’s own personal Ouija board.
    I gulp hard.  “I don’t like this one bit.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
    I never know when my visions or trances will hit me.
    Sometimes it’s when I’m just hanging out with Celia or