Ungodly Inheritance

The cool breeze whispered across Emma's neck again as she stood staring into the fridge.  For years she had been putting up with this.  Seeing things not quite there, feeling like she was being watched, the crazy incidents she couldn't explain.  From state to state the feeling persisted.  It started when she was a child, that first house they lived in... "Well I'm not a child anymore."  She growled to herself.  This thing, it had always scared her.  This 'gift' or whatever it was.  Her mother's family warned her to disavow Satan and cling to Jesus, while her father's family whispered behind closed doors about some secret family talent that was handed down, but never spoken of.  If you had it-you knew, if you didn't.. well, they would just smile at you smugly. It frustrated Emma to no end, because she couldn't get any answers out of them, so she had started reading occult books and doing internet searches, which made her mother's family nearly cross themselves each time they saw her.  She kept stumbling across the same information:  Making contact with spirits.  But it scared her.  No, it terrified her.  Something told her that once you opened that door, you couldn't go back. The hair on the back of Emma's head ruffled lightly and a chill ran down her arm.  She felt the gaze settle on her back, as she began to cook, as though someone had settled into one of her two kitchen chairs to stare at her.  The intensity of the feeling continued to grow until all of the hair on Emma's body felt like it was standing on end. "That's enough!"  She yelled, tossing down the spatula.  "What the Hell do you want?"  A soft chuckle echoed in the kitchen behind her and footsteps came across the room.  Emma froze. "Why dear girl, I've been waiting years for you to ask me that."  Said a seductive masculine voice.