ed into our driveway. He stepped out, a tall man in a cheap suit, carrying a wor

e stood on the porch, closed his eyes

d, his voice booming. "A spirit is unquie

y. "My husband' s mothe

ok right through the walls of the house. "And her

xchanged a n

are of it," my f

ands in the air and muttering to himself. Then, his arm shot

ground. An improper burial has taken place in the old church

. My blood turne

he hill and landed directly on me. I was stand

spiratorial whisper. "The girl. She is the vessel

ft my lungs. I

of pure fury. "You!" she screamed, lung

and pinned them behind my back. He was surpris

t!" my mother shrieked, her eyes w

ng on the heavy cast-iron pan she had threatened

out of you," she snarled, raisi

for the blow. This was it.

AC

d through the house. But it wa

s of glass flying across the floor. A violent, unnatural gust of wind ripped through the h

e, and then died, plunging us i

sure completely gone. He was genuinely terrified.

ck, tripping ov

rents, his voice cracking with panic. "Dig her

. The three of them stood frozen, staring i

asn't just wind. It fe

t part of my soul

Grandma