panties. Mindy and I surely could kick some demon ass if we had to, right? I’d taken on the role of ghost-hunter, now I needed to live up to that title.
What did this thing want from us? Was this the same dark shadow that I thought I’d gotten rid of when the black magic stopped? Or had it never left in the first place? Had it really attached itself to me? Maybe I was just overreacting, but having a demon attached to me would not be cool—more than a slight inconvenience.
Mr. Fine and Elvis stared at the thing, standing in a guarded position. They would be no match for an evil spirit. They didn’t have the energy needed to fight this thing.
I shifted from foot to foot again—ready to fight if I had to. I’d waited long enough. We needed to get out of there before something bad happened. If this evil spirit attacked Mindy, I might not be able to stop it.
I opened my mouth to tell Mindy to run when this black shadow began to take an actual human form. A ghost was appearing from the mist. Maybe my instincts had been wrong. Maybe this was just a regular spirit and I needed to give the ghost a chance to come forward before I pulled out the holy water. As much as the ghosts annoyed me, I did enjoy helping them cross from this world to the next. Most of them had unfinished business or just wanted to talk with loved ones and they didn’t mean anyone harm.
Finally after several seconds, the ghost appeared brighter than I’d seen any ghost in a long time.
Mindy let out a gasp. “I can see her,” she said.
“That’s because she’s sucking so much of our energy. Your visual of her will fade in a minute. She’s obviously a strong one.”
The ghost had long, flowing blonde hair and dewy, perfect skin. Her red dress hugged her bosom and hips and flowed out just above her knees. Her red heels and red lipstick matched the dress.
“What do you want?” I asked the ghostly woman.
Like most women, she was focused on one thing in the room, and that one thing was Elvis Presley. The devil could have been standing in front of her ready to spear her with his pitchfork and she would have pushed him to the side to keep him from blocking her view of Elvis. And I had to admit, I couldn’t blame her. I probably would have done the same thing.
I snapped my fingers. “Hello. Over here,” I said. “You can ogle Elvis later, but right now I need you to tell me who you are and what you are doing here.”
She finally forced her gaze away from Elvis. “Well, princess, I’m here because I’ve been trapped in that ball.” She pointed at the shards on the floor. “You were gracious enough to break it and let me free. For that, I am always grateful.”
Another one. Unbelievable. Had someone listed me as a contact for the dead? See Larue for spirit activity? I couldn’t believe that myth about the witch’s ball was true.
Chapter Eleven
“This doesn’t look like a good situation,” Elvis said.
Mindy watched on with her mouth still hanging open.
I gestured with my hands for a time-out. “Let’s set the record straight. I did not break that ball and had nothing to do with letting you free.”
If she was stuck in that thing, it couldn’t be a good thing. She had been there for a reason. And it wasn’t a good reason either. This situation had bad written all over it.
She jutted out her hip and placed her hand on it. “Well, one of you broke it. I sure didn’t do it myself. If I could, I would have done that years ago, don’t you think?” She scoffed.
“Okay, instead of arguing about how you got here, how about you tell me who you are and how you got stuck in that ball in the first place.” I folded my arms in front of my chest.
Mindy stood behind me as if I was a perfect shield between her and the paranormal world.
The spirit moved over closer to Elvis and smiled. He gave a half-hearted smile in return. Did he sense what I did? Her eyes held an evil glare as she looked from me to him. I didn’t trust her any further than I could throw her. And have you ever tried to throw a ghost? Let me tell you, it was