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moment, regulating his breath so he could revive his slumbering senses.  
    Eddie rolled onto his hands and knees with a soft groan and pushed himself off the floor. Shivering, he walked into the bedroom, wincing from the pins and needles in his feet and legs, and wrapped himself in his comforter. He looked at the clock by his bedside.  
    Two hours. A new record.  
    But it was worth it.  
    After warming up, he went back to the living room and woke his sleeping laptop. He carried it with him to the kitchen and turned on the oven to continue warming himself up, despite the fact it was summer and all of the windows were closed. He opened his email and typed, not all of the words his own.  

Chapter Nine
    A week after Jessica’s last night at the McCammon house, she had completed reviewing all of the video and audio recordings and couldn’t wait to show Tim and Kristen McCammon everything she had caught. This was the tricky part of the job because she was never sure how the person living in the affected home would react. The last thing she wanted to do was scare them any more than they already were, especially with three young daughters who were jumping at every noise. She was a strong believer that knowledge was power. She needed to give them that strength, and rid them of the EB that was plaguing their home.  
    When her best friend Angela Bastiani once asked her if she went into a home looking to debunk the claims of the paranormal like all of the people on TV went about their business—and wasn’t that what made them so credible?—Jess had laughed.  
    “I don’t even waste my time if I sense there isn’t something credible there. And trust me, I know. Don’t ask me how, I just know. I’ve been able to ever since…”
    Her mind had wandered for a moment, drifting back to a cold cabin in a distant place.  
    “I know, honey. I know,” Angela had said, reaching out to hold her hands in her own.  
    The physical contact had broken the pull of her past. “Yeah. Well, truth is, I don’t give a shit about debunking because if there’s nothing real there, I’ll have that figured out at least after my first few hours in the house. The only reason I do this is to show them the truth. Maybe if more people weren’t blind, life on the planet would be different. And if it’s something with some bad juju, I’m there to make it disappear.”
    Jessica smirked at the memory as she kicked the Jeep’s door closed.  
    The front lawn smelled of sweet, fresh-cut grass and she could hear kids splashing in a pool.  
    Tim and Kristen McCammon must have been waiting by the window because they opened the door a second before Jess rang the bell. Tim was wearing an extra loud Hawaiian shirt from the Tommy Bahama middle-aged-white-guy collection and khaki cargo shorts that exposed a pair of hairless legs. Kristen looked as if she had just come back from the tennis club, her tan skin in sharp contrast to her white blouse and thigh-high shorts. Neither looked as if they had been sleeping well.  
    “The girls are out in the back swimming with their older cousin,” Kristen said as she led her into the house. “I told them not to come in so you wouldn’t have to worry about showing us anything you may have recorded.”
    “That’s good, because there’s some stuff in here that’s pretty intense.”
    “Maybe we should join the girls,” Tim joked, his forced laughter unable to hide his trepidation.  
    Jessica put her laptop on the kitchen table and started it up while connecting a larger monitor.  
    “When I show you the video and you hear the audio, you have to remember that I was egging it on. I don’t want you to think that this is something that will be a nightly occurrence. Like I told you, I’m kind of a lightning rod for this stuff. The good news is, we can rule out any of the girls as the catalyst.”
    “What’s the bad news? If there’s good news, there’s always bad news to follow,” Kristen said, pressing