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Richard and Daisy both sat down and listened to my story. I<br />
fumbled a lot, especially the part about how he’d physically hurt me,<br />
but Gunner told me they needed to know every last detail. Once I<br />
was done, I felt like a balloon that someone had just popped as I sat<br />
back against their dining room chair.<br />
<strong>The</strong> couple looked at each other, then back at me. It was<br />
Daisy who spoke first. “Okay, Chelsea. First of all, you were right<br />
to come to us with this. I don’t think your theory is unwarranted.”<br />
I’d never seen her look nervous before.<br />
“Whatever was in the Johanssons’ house was definitely<br />
dangerous. I’ve checked in with them twice since we’ve been there<br />
and they’ve had no more activity. So it would make sense that the<br />
entity attached itself to someone else. We can’t assume it’s a demon;<br />
it might be some other inhuman spirit or just a really nasty human<br />
spirit. But if it’s using Tucker, then we need to help him.” Richard’s<br />
eyes were the color of tombstones.<br />
“Human spirits can do that, too?” I asked.<br />
He nodded. “If they’re strong enough. I think I’m going to<br />
give my friend Craig a call. He’s a demonologist and he will be able<br />
to tell us if he thinks he should come out for a visit or not based on<br />
what you’ve described.”<br />
Daisy raised her index finger. “Oh! Do you think we should<br />
call Ethan and Susannah first? <strong>The</strong>y’re good friends with Tucker.<br />
Maybe they’ve noticed other strange things about him in the past<br />
few weeks.”<br />
Within the hour, Ethan and Susannah both showed up on the<br />
doorstep. <strong>The</strong>y walked inside looking thoroughly concerned. On the<br />
phone, Daisy hadn’t told them exactly what was wrong, just that it<br />
was very important.<br />
<strong>The</strong> five of us sat down again around the dining room table.<br />
Normally, Susannah would greet me with a hug, but she barely even<br />
looked at me when she took the seat beside me.<br />
Richard looked to me, and I relayed the story again, this time<br />
exempting the part about the violence. Tucker’s best friends didn’t<br />
need to hear about our sex life gone horribly wrong. <strong>The</strong>y weren’t<br />
the ones deciding if we should call an exorcist or not.<br />
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