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swung my legs out of the car, the frigid air attacked them, and a
fierce chill rushed up my body. “Brrr.”
We made our way up the driveway and along the little path
that had been shoveled in the snow up to the front steps. Taking care
to check for ice first, I grabbed the railing and hopped up to the door.
The man who pulled open the heavy interior door was thin,
balding, and wearing some wicked 70s-style glasses. He didn’t
smile as he peered out the glass pane on the outer door. “Can I help
you?”
I glanced over my shoulder at my partner, whose eyebrows
were raised. Usually the clients were expecting us. “Er, yes, Mr.
Johansson? I’m Chelsea Keller from Lark Hollow Paranormal
Research. This is Susannah Reid. We’re here for the preliminary
visit? You spoke with Daisy?” My sentences began to curve up into
question marks at the end as my confidence faltered.
Still his face didn’t register any recognition — or any
emotion at all, really — but he reached out to push open the door for
us. “Oh. Okay. Come in.” We stepped onto a little brown-carpeted
landing with two sets of stairs, one leading up and the other diving
down. The house smelled softly like something pleasantly spicy and
sweet, almost like the Chai teas I always grabbed from Joe Bean’s.
Mr. Johansson was already disappearing up the set of stairs to the
left.
I stepped a little closer to Susannah as I shrugged off my
hood. “Weird.”
“Do you think we should follow him?” she whispered.
Her question was answered momentarily in the form of a boy
about Gunner’s age appearing at the top of the stairs. His face was
drawn and pale. Now that was the sort of look I had grown to expect
on a client. Maybe Daddy just hadn’t had much to do with contacting
the paranormal investigators.
“Hi,” he said hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure what to do now
that we were there.
“Hi, sweetie,” Susannah greeted him warmly with a vibrant
smile. “I’m Susannah, and this is Chelsea. You must be Timmy. Is
there somewhere we can sit down together so we can talk?”
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