Chapter 9

Killian and Ivan stood side-by-side, staring at the new shape.

“Are you getting all this, Helen?” Killian asked, barely able to push the button on his radio.

“This is insane, Killian. We should have had a witch come in and summon ghosts months ago! Ask him if he wants a job.”

“I have a job,” Ivan said.

“Bummer.”

This new visitor seemed to have a shape of its own without relying on the smoke to make it visible. It faded out, then returned in the shadows in the corner of the room to Killian’s left, beside the camera, out of its reach.

“Hey,” Killian said, smiling. “Don’t be camera shy.” Something about this one was different. The cold was still present, but more bearable. The chest-crushing fear Killian had felt moments ago was gone. He fumbled in the satchel he wore to bring out his thermal camera and focused on the shadowy shape. It registered, a morphing cold spot with a vaguely humanoid outline.

“What happened to the other one?” Ivan asked.