“Did we somehow bring a poltergeist with us?”
“Are you suggesting that some malevolent entity stowed away on our ship and traveled to Proxima Centauri with us?”
“Yes. And I’m also suggesting that entity will eventually learn to open the external airlock.”
“I want to help, but what exactly are you experiencing?”
Even as the priest spoke, an axe floated away from the fireplace and toward his head.
Lara shouted and tackled Father Quintin to the floor.
The axe dropped.
“Please! I’ve taken a vow!” he shouted.
The brickworks was haunted.
That was old news.
However, the boy wondered as to the identity of the spirit.
The missing owner?
The foreman crushed under a pallet of bricks?
The furloughed drier found dead?
He hoped his father wasn’t involved.