The exorcist, sorry, 'spiritual medium and passage champion', had agreed to meet me at the graveyard on the night of October first.
When she arrived, I warned her that this would be a scary experience, which she scoffed at.
But when the spirits rose up, even she seemed spooked, nothing but stammering gibberish falling from her lips.
Once they quietened down, she turned to me.
"Right, so a big spirit removal will be hard but-"
"No no, I don't want them gone."
"You don't?"
"No, I just want it moved to the end of the month when it's actually appropriate."
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