12: Ni-Bump-ght

HARRY RUTHERFORD
Harry smiled. “Nothing wrong with ‘dead tingle’ as a description Deegee. Everything I learn is in Greek, Arabic or Latin, and dead tingle is as good a description as I have heard. Easier to remember than some bullsh… dead Latin label.”
His face became concerned as Jenny told him about the previous night. Why did she sound like Farouk’s bubble pipe whenever she spoke?
He shook his head. There was no way he could have missed anything even remotely like this as it had crashed into his wards around the Xavier Estate like a tidal wave. “Ghosts are fixed in a locality, they are the leftover echoes of the living and stay anchored in one place. This is not a revenant, the feel of it is all wrong. No, this is a spirit looking for a host and my guess is it found one. Whatever it was you encountered last night was not this.”
They were in the seedy side of Salem Center, every town had an area like this, a place where drug dealers and small-time crooks took refuge. Finding a killer around here would probably not be too hard.
Ayala had her own theories on spirits and it might have been true back then, he hoped this did not make her susceptible to possession. Ayala’s ancestral spirits would have dissipated ten thousand years ago, all her personal spirits here were more likely to be descendents.
“Spirits like people come in good and bad and shades of everything in between. When we meet this person we cannot kill them, we have to break the possession and send the invading spirit to the afterlife. The person possessed will be wanted by the law for something, we let them deal with that.”