Chapter 5
I floated through the ceiling of a low block brick home and found a man and a woman sprawled on the lounge room floor, heads bloodied and battered. A man in a bright yellow high-visibility work shirt and dark blue pants was tugging on one end of a large leather couch. A baseball bat, blood congealing on the thickest end, was tucked under one arm.
His face was mottled, body rotting from the inside out.
Before I had time to process the presence of a wraith, I heard what sounded like a small child crying. The wraith pulled on the couch, wrenching one corner out from the wall, and stumbled backwards, dropping the bat as he lurched around in an effort to regain his balance. He scooped up the bat and hefted it over his shoulder.
A small boy huddled behind the couch. He tried to scr
