“Well.” Lance sat back, blinking. “That last part was NOT a memory.”

“We didn’t think so either,” Knox said.

“But what about the flicker?” Sapph asked. “Have you gone frame by frame on that?”

“We did, yes. It’s only one frame.” Knox took the tablet and stopped it on the right spot. Sapph’s breath caught in her throat.

A black shadow hovered between Knox and the camera, a hand reaching out towards the camera. “That’s the thing I saw in the graveyard,” she said, shocked. “The watching shadow.”

“Did the voice sound like it? The one at the end?” Knox asked her.

She shook her head. “No, it’s too young-sounding. The voice I heard in the Ghostlands sounded…old. Old and tired.”

“Maybe this place is as haunted as they are claiming,” Lance said. “I mean, it’s only our second day, and look at what we’ve caught already.”

“I wonder if maybe it takes a while?” Amari said, tapping her pencil eraser against her cheek thoughtfully. “We’ve definitely seen that before in investigations.”

“Or it needed a boost.” Scottie looked over at Knox and Pat. “Do you know if the owners are psychic?”

“They didn’t mention it, but I can ask,” Pat said. “Why?”

“Because you said yourself that it was dead before we showed up,” Scottie said. “And Sapph and I are fairly strong psychics. Dr. Robinette has a theory–”

“What else is new?” Lance muttered, and Sapph grinned. He wasn’t wrong.

“Anyways,” Scottie continued, after a moment. “He’s been monitoring the lab he has set up, and he thinks that strong psychics can serve as beacons to the dead, even if they aren’t actively using their talents. Well, all psychics can, but the stronger the gift, the more they seem to ‘broadcast,’ for lack of a better word.”

“Huh. That actually makes a lot of sense.” Knox leaned back, chewing over the information. “So just having you and Sapph on the property is waking things up.”

“Which could be a bad thing, or a good thing,” Scottie said.

“Why bad?” Pat said.

“Because I’d rather not end up watching someone get slammed into a wall, or choked out,” Scottie said dryly. “As a professional bodyguard, that looks bad on my record.”

Sapph nearly choked as the soda she was drinking almost came out of her nose.

“In all seriousness, though,” Scottie said. “If we are waking things up, then I want to make sure we have a safe spot to retreat to.” He looked directly at Knox and Pat. “There’s no Ghostwind in this house. Do you have some kind of barrier that you set up?”

The two exchanged a blank look. “What do you mean?” Knox said. “We haven’t set anything up.”

“There has to be something,” Sapph said. “There’s no chill here, and Bear calms down as soon as we come in the front door. Otherwise, what’s going on?”

Pat shrugged. “We don’t always work with psychics, and I’ve never heard of the Ghostwind before this trip. We just moved into the house. Maybe it’s something the owners came up with?”

“If they could do that, why not just repeat it in the hospital, then?” Scottie said.

“Because it would be bad for business, if they’re looking to set up a haunted site,” Sapph reminded him. “But I agree. Somehow, this house is a neutral zone.” She looked at Scottie. “Maybe we should do a walk here, see what we find?”

“Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” Scottie stood up. “Go and get ready.”