Nothing clear, but I could see it.
But I don't know how to make it go away.
It's not a repeater--a ghost that just repeats certain actions over and over.
There's intelligence behind what it does--" I had to say it twice for him to get it all.
When he did, Chad's face twisted in a snarl, and he hissed.
I nodded.
"It's angry.
Maybe if we can figure out what it's angry about, we can--" Something made a huge crashing noise.
My reaction must have given it away because Chad stood up and touched my shoulder.
"Something downstairs," I told him.
We found it in the kitchen.
The fridge hung open and the wall opposite it was dented and smeared with a wet and sticky substance that was probably orange juice.
A container of it lay open on the floor along with half a dozen bottles of various condiments.
The faucet was on full force.
The sink was stoppered and rapidly filling with hot water.
While Chad turned the water off, I looked around the room.
When Chad touched my arm, I shook my head.
"I don't see it." Heaving a sigh, I started cleanup.
I seemed to be doing that a lot here.
I scrubbed the wall, and Chad mopped the floor.
There was nothing I could do about the dents in the wall--and looking at them, I thought maybe some of them were old.
Once everything was as good as it would get, I fixed sandwiches and chips for lunch.
Thus fortified, we continued our explorations by going up to the attic.
There were actually two attics.
The one above Chad's room was accessible by a narrow stairway hidden in a hall closet (maybe the last remnant of a servants' stair).
I half expected dust and storage boxes, but the attic held only a modern office with a professional-looking computer set up on a cherry desk.
There were skylights for an open, airy feeling to offset the walls of cherry barrister's book-cases weighed down by leather-bound legal tomes.
The only whimsical feature was a lacy pillow on the narrow window seat in front of the only window.
"You said there was another one?" I asked, standing on the stairs because entering the room seemed intrusive.
Chad led the way to the other side of the second floor and into his parent's bedroom.