The only thing that seemed other than wholly harmless about Julia Richards was her collection of books on the occult. Possessions, hauntings, apparitions, all the standard themes plus a good few more. She’d taken some courses in parapsych, and showed him the working version of a ghost tale she was writing. Surprised to find it so readable and well done, Serrin thought the girl had an old-fashioned knack for creating scenes with the disturbing hint of unseen, unknown, unknowable presences lurking just on the edge of the reader’s perception.