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Chapter 15 - 15: Proving her abilities.
Phoebe, the Saxon spirit and Connie arrived at the house which she had been assured was haunted. It was a medium sized mansion in the downtown area of the city.
It was in a residential neighborhood that was rather quiet. Phoebe had learned to observe her surroundings when it came to haunted house affairs. Often times, one haunted house usually meant an entire haunted area.
Sometimes it was because the house was built on top of an old cemetery, an old public burial ground, a cursed land where many terrible things had happened and the like. A haunted house was rarely a simple matter.
That's why she charged no less than five hundred thousand to take on such a job. It was because the scope often widened as she went along.
This seemed to be an affluent neighborhood, judging by the sizes of the houses and the mostly expensive cars parked along the road. She couldn't sense any dark energy in the immediate area, which meant there were no malevolent ghosts around.
While she was looking around and observing the surroundings, Connie rung the door bell.
"Who is it?" a voice came from inside, the house.
"The shaman." Connie answered.
Phoebe touched the back pocket of her jeans and retrieved a gold coin in the shape of a hexagon. There was a picture of a black raven with red eyes on the coin. She poured some of her energy into the coin and threw it up into the sky.
The red eye of the black raven blinked, and the bird came to life. It flew out of the coin and the coin fell back into Phoebe's hand.
The raven flew down and landed on Phoebe's shoulder in a comfortable move, one that it had done many times. She moved her right hand and rubbed the head of the bird in an affectionate manner.
"Go, Yin, find what's hiding here." she instructed the raven.
The bird opened its wings and flew away, going over the house directly.
"Using the bird takes up half of your energy. Do not do things like this if they are not necessary. Look, even the days you have left to live have reduced." The Saxon spirit reminded her in a disapproving tone.
Phoebe didn't look at the diamond shaped mark to see how many days she had left. This was the nature of her life and business now, so she couldn't help it.
"I can't sense any ghosts, can you?" she retorted.
The front door was opened by a maid in a blue dress who looked out curiously. She had never seen a shaman like Phoebe before__, one who was dressed in jeans and a small tight white shirt with white sneakers on her feet.
She looked no different from a young woman of university going age that was about to go on a date or grab lunch with her friends.
Figuring that Phoebe couldn't possibly be the shaman, the maid moved her head from side to side, in
This was actually almost the case because the Saxon ancestor was the one blowing Phoebe's hair to lend her and appearance of an otherworldly master.
"You are Georgina Elroy, forty eight years old, born in Magic city on 9th April I9** at night. You are the third daughter of your parents, your second brother died last year from a drug overdose but your family tells everyone he died in his sleep.
You are allergic to diary products but this doesn't stop you from sneaking a bite of ice cream every once in a while, cheesecake flavor is your favorite.
The ring on your hand is not the wedding ring your husband gave you on the day he married you which is 16th December 20**. You lost the original one on a cruise ship two years ago when you were dancing how low can you go.
You have a scar on your inner wrist which you tell everyone was a result of your sister scratching you but you lied, you scratched yourself to get back at her for....."
"Stop, stop!" the woman yelled desperately.