Later that night at dinner, Kodiak walked into the room normally, then hesitated for a split second before he sat down, freezing in place before dropping into his chair. It didn't go unnoticed.
"What seems to be the issue, Kodiak?" Kallik asked. The witch could sense off things in the air like a seabird could feel barometric pressure. Or how a shark could smell blood.
The poltergeist swallowed drily before speaking, "Uh, somebody nearby is... starting to play my game."
She arched an eyebrow, "Do you always feel it when someone is playing your game?"
"No... just when they're... kind of insistent."
"Does Varick allow you to answer calls on your own?" She continued.
Kodiak had to think about that for a moment. ".. Yes." he said. He didn't know if it counted that until now, he had only answered calls inside the house, but he figured he'd have to answer outside sooner or later.
Kallik went back to her plate, "Then you are excused until you're done. If you're back late, notify one of us before you go to your room." She said matter of factly, an open and shut case.
Stiffly, Kodiak stood, his chair grating across the tile behind him, then vanished in a puff of inky black smoke that quickly dissipated.
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Belief In The Occult
ParanormalAll kinds of paranormal creatures lurk in the dark, ready to pounce and either terrify or rip some mortal to shreds. But they all have to start somewhere. Kodiak is an unusually mopey poltergeist possessing a mirror, and his Aunt Bloody Mary would...
