Moonlight (Grim Gate 3) - Page 10

“All right,” Ethan begins, eager to get this started so we can get done. “You two go with Steph and check out the third floor,” he tells the brothers. “And Mike, come with us to the second floor.”

“You sure you want two complete noobs?” Steph tries to joke. She’s meaning to insult me but is insulting Mike as well.

“Anora is a quick learner.” Ethan puts his arm around me. “You’d be surprised at the things she can do.”

A rush goes through me when I see the way Ethan is looking at me right now. God, I love him. “I’m sure I can manage,” I say and look in the hall behind where we’re standing. A bad feeling starts to grow deep inside of me. I can sense something…something dark.

And it’s not a spirit.

Chapter

Four

“Your EMF meter isn’t on.” Mike side-eyes me as we make our way to the second level.

“Whoops.” I flash an innocent smile. It’s not on because I turned it off. I don’t need some device to tell me if a spirit is around. And right now, I’m not sensing anything strong. Usually, I can tell if a place is haunted the second I step foot inside. Ghosts can come and go, passing through places and buildings. And from my experience, there are two main types of hauntings: intelligent hauntings, where the ghosts can answer questions, do things to purposely hurt or scare you, and somewhat know that they are dead. The others are the distant echoes of what was left behind. These are the spirits seen wandering halls of haunted hotels. They don’t interact, don’t respond, and are nothing more than a stain of a memory.

I’ve come across ghosts that border more in the middle. They’re able to respond to simple questions but can’t give you more than a few “yes” or “no” replies. That’s the kind of haunting sought after for ghost tours, where there’s a chance you’ll capture orbs when you snap your camera, and you’ll walk into cold spots and get random spikes in EMF.

But there’s no danger. The spirits aren’t going to push you down a flight of stairs or claw you because you’re in their territory. And that’s exactly what I’m sensing here. Or, at least, it was when I first walked in. What I’m feeling now…it’s not a ghost.

“See anything?” Ethan asks quietly, slowing our pace so Mike goes up ahead.

“I saw a little girl, but she didn’t really respond.” I shove the EMF meter in my jacket pocket and hold out my hands, trying to get a better read on the energy. “There’s something…something off.” I close my eyes and let my mental shields completely drop. I can sense the little girl again. She’s walking down the hall, repeating the same loop over and over. The sound of glass breaking surrounds me, and someone tells me to hide. The last thing I remember seeing is a door being kicked open.

“Her father killed her and her mother in a rage. She fell asleep hiding under her bed and then he killed her and the mom,” I tell Ethan as it crashes down on me. I grab his arm for support, taking a slow, deep breath to keep from feeling sick. That happens sometimes when I get whacked right in the face with a backstory like this. “So there goes my theory of helping her move on if I could get in touch with the mother. Unless she’s here somewhere too.”

Ethan’s head moves up and down as he pulls his phone from his pocket, firing off a text to Julia, his adopted sister, so she can look up any incident of a child being murdered in this building.

“But this spirit isn’t strong,” I whisper, waiting until Mike steps into a room to continue. “She’s definitely not one to attack people. I don’t think she has the energy.”

“Do you sense any other spirits?”

“Oh, totally. And…and something else. And it’s not—” I cut off when Mike steps back into the hall, eyes stopping on Ethan for a moment, no doubt wondering why the famous demon-hunter Ethan Bailey is just standing in the hall instead of springing into action.

“I’m not getting anything,” he says, holding up his EMF meter. “Are you?”

“No.” Ethan glances at the EMF meter in his hand. “Though, if the spirits were provoked, we probably won’t get a reaction by walking through.”

“What do you suggest?”

Ethan looks around and spots a toolbox half covered with a plastic tarp. “Provoking them.” He pulls a hammer from the toolbox and swings. The hammer goes through the drywall, sending pieces of it raining down around him. He yanks the hammer out and hits it again, eyes shifting to me in question.

I shake my head, letting him know I don’t sense a shift in the energy yet. There are several spirits in the building, but none scream threat to me. Ethan stops and looks around the room. Things have been discarded as if the workers left in a hurry, though I’ve been in enough construction sites to know they’re not always the tidiest.

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