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Look, I’ve had an unbelievable day, and I really don’t have it in me to play these information games.  Why don’t you just tell me what you have to tell me?” 

“You should drink your tea, Graeme.”

And that was it, he thought, that was the suspicious thing he’d been hoping she wouldn’t say.  He met her eyes while he set it on the table beside the bed.  His features turned hard, suspicious even in the shadowed room.  In fact, he realized, perhaps the dimness was part of his distrust.  Among other things, like her sudden appearance, her lack of interest in calling any sort of authority or professional, and her insistence on her trustworthiness.  It almost seemed the list grew every time she spoke, but he didn’t want to be harsh.  He said, “Yeah, see, I don’t think there’s just tea in that mug, and I’d like for you to tell me what is going on without me having to ask for a third time.  Because I won’t ask a third time.  Who are you, what are you doing here, and what do you want?”

She sighed again, her breasts rising and falling.  Graeme was new to the world of the supernatural, but he was a fast learner – always had been – and he was beginning to think that the demon he exorcised from his own body was only one of many, many strange things.

Things that had been around him for years.  Things he hadn’t ever noticed before.

And he began to wonder.

The End

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