Nov 27, 2018
closed starter for @exitiumparit
Well, this was the address he’d gotten from the ass-backwards way of communicating with John. It wasn’t like either of them used cellphones.
Figures John would have a fuckin’ seance to communicate with Jim. Asshole.
He felt queasy the moment he comes close. Fuck. John had probably put wards on the place and not made an exception for a certain ghost.
He rang the doorbell anyway and greeted the woman who answered.
“Let me guess. Diane?”