Better Safe

Amy spent about an hour in the basement. When she came back up, she nodded with a tired smile when I offered her coffee and sat down at the table with a long sigh.

“Pennhurst Asylum,” she said, and she did sound exhausted. “That’s where Price picked it up.”

I rummaged the pantry for more cupcakes and was lucky to find one last tray. I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms.

“Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her.

Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head.

“He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ ener