Starlight Web: A Moonshadow Bay Novel, Book 1 by Yasmine Galenorn

Author:Yasmine Galenorn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nightqueen Enterprises LLC

Chapter Eleven

As I entered the asylum, the tension that I had felt the first time seemed to be ratcheted up. I tried to shut down my clairaudience—the ability to hear things in different realms—because there were whispers everywhere and they didn’t sound friendly. I could hear full-blown conversations, along with inappropriate laughter. Something sinister was lurking here, and it seemed fully awake and aware.

I pointed to the hallway that Killian and I had explored. “That goes all the way around the building. There’s a set of stairs on the right side of the building, and a set on the left, both going up to the second floor.”

“Where should we set up the equipment? What room were you in when you were attacked?” Hank asked.

I reluctantly led the way. The hallway door opened easily, and I swallowed my fear, leading them down the hall to the room. “In there.” I pointed to the closed door.

Hank motioned for me to step aside and he opened the door, peering in. We were all wearing headlamps, and I took a deep breath and followed him. When we were in the room, I backed up against the wall, trying to give the spirit as little body surface to target as I could.

“I can feel something,” Caitlin said. She held out one of the FLIR cameras. “Guys, you might want to look at this.”

We crowded around her, looking at the viewfinder. There, against the opposite wall, was a brilliant ball of bluish light. It registered cold—a good twenty-degree drop from the rest of the room—and it was hovering there.

“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s a will-o’-the-wisp,” Caitlin whispered. “Also known as a corpse candle. I’ve encountered them before.”

I had heard of will-o’-the-wisps, but I’d never seen one, nor had I ever had to deal with one. In Welsh mythology, they were classified under the Clanogrian, a group of spirits and elementals who were harbingers of death. The light was flickering, floating about three feet in the air.

I happened to glance up, over the top of the camera. “It’s no longer hiding itself,” I said.

Caitlin lowered the FLIR and swallowed hard. “You’re right.”

The ball of energy bobbed gently up and down, as though it were on the surface of a lake. It slowly began to move forward, toward us. My skin began to crawl and I glanced at the door, computing how many steps it would take me to reach it.

“Whatever you do, don’t let that thing touch you,” Tad warned. “I may not be able to feel energy quite the way you do, but there’s nothing but malicious intent coming from that light.”

The aura of menace was growing exponentially, like an argument that was cresting to a head. This wasn’t just something that didn’t want us here. The corpse candle actually felt like it wanted to harm us—it wanted to attack and it was taking its time about planning that attack.

The difference between a rabid dog and a hunter, I thought. A rabid dog would attack because that’s what it did—it didn’t give thought to the attack.

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