“Very, if he can assume the appearance of a legend like the Headless Horseman. You might need Michelle as well to banish him,” I said, considering the logistics.
“We might be jumping the gun here; maybe wait to see what the investigation throws up? The apparition could still be a thought-form or Tulpa,” Hugo suggested.
“Let’s hope so. Because I don’t want to be facing two demons,” Sunny quipped, and my stomach sank.
He’d probably just jinxed us.
Chapter Three.
Jack
While I wanted to head straight to the bridge again, I knew that wasn’t our schedule today. The cemetery had its own spirits we needed to attend to. Harry had been researching and hadn’t found out anything about the Lavender Lady, as we had taken to calling her.
Phil’s cameras had picked up plenty of movement, but all living and none dead. However, night was falling, and we were heading out.
“Here, take these,” Freddie said, passing me a package.
“What is it?” I asked, amused, as I looked at what would have been called night-vision googles, but knowing Freddie, they’d be more.
“I’ve been working on them a while; I call them Spirit Sight,” Freddie replied.
“Okay…”
“Basically, you can flip between thermal, infrared, ultraviolet, and SLS cameras. It also has a day filming mode,” Freddie said.
“Wow, this saves hauling multiple cameras about.” Connor picked a set up and placed it on his head. “Considering what these are carrying, they’re not that heavy.”
“Took some wrangling. Please report on how they handle. They furthermore link wirelessly to the monitors, so we can see through your eyes. Recording twelve hours’ worth of footage is possible. We can download the data as well,” Freddie continued explaining.
“These are so cool,” Connor commented as he peered around. He was pressing the buttons at the side, and I guessed he was flipping between settings.
“Let me know how they get on in the field,” Freddie requested and walked inside the control centre.
“That’s us dismissed,” Connor teased.
“Yeah. Okay, let’s head back to the Bronze Lady, and then we’ll search for the Lavender Lady,” I stated.
“Let’s roll out,” Connor said, and we headed to the SUV. Phil drove to the cemetery, and we parked up.
“Ready?” I asked everyone as we climbed out.
With various pieces of equipment slung over shoulders, we walked inside. Instantly, I was struck by how quiet it was, apart from the faint female voice singing. Connor and I swapped glances and began heading in that direction.
The voice grew slightly louder as we approached, and then we stopped. Once again, a woman appeared. This time, she was walking through the cemetery, humming to herself. She wore the same lavender dress and was searching for something. I stepped on a stick, and the loud crack made us all jump, including her. She turned and stared before fading.
“Wait!” I called. “My name is Jack. What’s yours?”
“We mean no harm or disrespect; we’d like to talk to you,” Connor added.
I held out the EMF meter, but it didn’t spike. Damn, had we frightened her away?
“She was in a different part of the cemetery last night,” Hugo said.
“Yes, I noticed that; she’s aware of us as well. Did you see her staring as she faded?” Callum asked.
“Yeah. Harry’s running research on her, but says there’s not much information. Just a few sightings,” I replied.
“Only a few? But we’ve seen her twice.” Callum frowned.
