Chapter Four
Paige glanced to her right and whispered, "You can see him?"
She knew Marge would pick up on his presence. The woman had always dabbled in the paranormal and seemed to have a sixth sense about these things. Marge had even told her she’d predicted the future on a few occasions. The earthquake taking place in eighty-nine when she lived in San Francisco was just one such instance.
"No. I can't see him, but there's definitely someone standing beside you." She set her cup next to Paige's on the table and closed her hazel eyes in concentration. "A man. He's bound to the house. Seems as though he has some unfinished business to tend to."
Marge gave the information matter-of-factly, as if detecting spirits was an everyday occurrence in any household. Paige took her words to heart,
