Free Ghost Huntress Book 6: The Journey by Marley Gibson Page B

communicate with the spirit that is here with us this evening.”
    Patrick steps up.  “Dude, Kendall’s talking to the spirit right now.  Back off.”
    Oliver puts his hand to Patrick’s chest to stave him off.  “It’s okay, Patrick.  Let’s see what Christian has in mind.”
    I look at Princess Di who doesn’t seem amused by this.  “Don’t let him do this,” she says firmly.
    “What choice do I have?” I say back to her.
    The planchette moves underneath Christian and Jayne’s fingers, sliding left and right.  Glancing at Maddie, I see tears filling her eyes and she begins to tremble.
    “This isn’t right,” she whispers, but no one seems to care.
    Christian closes his eyes and rolls his head around, performing, this time, for Taylor’s video camera.  She zooms in on him, not missing a moment, and he definitely starts to put on a show.
    “Come speak to me,” he says in a monotone.  “You may use my body as a vessel to communicate with us.  Who are you?  Who is this spirit that dwells in Lady Hewitt’s home?”
    I reach for Patrick’s hand again and lace my fingers through his.  Our psychic energy surges together and I’m nearly lightning-bolted in place.  An unseen vortex of cold air encircles us, swirling around and down, over toward Christian and Jayne seated on the floor.
    “I call upon you to tell us your name,” Christian says.
    I watch, wide-eyed, as the planchette moves rapidly across the polished wood.  Just as it did last night at Mrs. Flanders’s house.
    Celia announces, “D.  O. J.  O.  Dojo.”  She snaps her head up.  “It says Dojo again.”
    Maddie begins to cry.  “I don’t like this.  Oliver, I’m frightened.”
    He shushes her.  “It’s okay.”
    No, it’s not okay.
    Christian’s hands fall off the planchette and he flops backward onto the antique carpet.  Lady Hewitt nearly spasms with her quick intake of breath.  Christian jerks to the left, then the right, and squirms around on the carpet.
    I honestly want to laugh in a sick sort of way.  Is this kid for real?
    Patrick steps in front of me almost to provide a barrier between me and Christian’s shenanigans.  Still, Christian shouts out in pain, writhing about.  I steal a glance at Princess Di who fades away into a mere wisp of a cloud.  Even she isn’t impressed with the goings on here.
    Then Christian screams out.  “I am Dojo!  The dark and evil lord.  You will not cross me.”
    Jayne cries and backs away from Christian as fast as she can.  Still, he continues channeling.
    “I am the demon Dojo.  You will bow down and worship me!”
    A large oil painting over the fireplace crashes forward, falling to the floor where the princess once stood.  Patrick and I jump back as the frame barely misses us.
    “Get out!” Christian shouts.  “Get out of my sight!”
    Jessica and Maddie cling to each other, both of them crying hard.  Celia reaches for Jason, who wraps his arm around her.  Taylor, God love her, keeps a steady camera on the action.
    Jayne covers her ears with her hands and screams out, “Christian!  Stop this!  You’re scaring me!”
    “I am Dojo!  I am the lord demon.  Worship me now!”
    I break free from my boyfriend and grab Oliver’s arm.  “You’ve got to put a stop to this!  Everyone is freaking the freak out.”
    Lady Hewitt agrees, “I do believe the young woman is right.  This is way beyond what I expected when I agreed to let your group in for an investigation.”
    “I do apologize, Lady Hewitt,” Oliver says.  “We never know what we’ll encounter.”  He bends down to touch Christian, who rears up and smacks at Oliver.  Christian’s fist connects squarely with Oliver’s right eye and we all gasp.
    “Oh, my God!” Celia shouts.
    “Help him!” I add.
    “I can’t handle this.” Maddie rushes out of the room, Jessica right on her heels.
    Patrick looks over at Jason.  “Help me!”
    I stand back as the two of them grab Christian from