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The minute Ralph and I left the house, I felt a sense of relief. The looming presence that lingered in Patrick’s place was already starting to wear on me and we hadn’t even been there a full twenty-four hours. I told Ralph about the blood and the poltergeist activity and the voice.
“Are you sure we aren’t dealing with some demonic force?” I knew that some ghosts could be real PITAs, but this seemed like overkill.
He shook his head. “There’s a tendency to blame everything on demons, but honestly? Astral entities can be just as mean and violent. I think we’re dealing with a ghost . . . well, mostly. But there is something bigger behind it, though I really don’t believe it’s demonic. I hope that Patrick’s witch friend might be able to shed some light on the subject.” He yawned. “The nap helped, but I’ll be looking forward to a good rest.”
“I’m still not used to working the night shift.” I slid into the passenger seat. “And on another subject, I really need to get my license.”
“You’re coming along . . . it won’t take much longer.” Ralph fastened his seat belt and started the Range Rover. He was the one who got me signed up for driving lessons at the Supe Community Action Council, and he was taking me out for practice a couple times a week. Ralph had more patience for that sort of thing than Alex did, and it was safer for him to teach me than Bette, who was a speed demon and accumulated tickets like she did notches on her headboard.
“Good, because I’m tired of relying on taxis for things like grocery shopping.” I settled back and played navigator as we headed toward Kearney Street.
During the day, Port Townsend felt like a different city. At night, it was eerie and felt full of ghosts. During the daylight hours, it seemed to have almost a costume party atmosphere. The sense of Victoriana was strong here, and the buildings were bright and cheerful, looking newly built in a number of areas even though a good share of them were over one hundred years old. The town had a vibrant feel to it, even beneath the cover of the clouds, and yet, it seemed to me that they were trying to impress the tourists too hard.
Ralph glanced out the window. “I like it up here, I love the beach, but honestly? The veneer of this town feels like a bandage over a deep wound. This whole area—not just Port Townsend, but the peninsula—is haunted. A lot of nasty things happened up this way, and so many spirits live in the forest. And I’m not just talking ghosts.”