"Can you confide us who you are?" Shandra began again.
"I am the phantom of Christmas past, and I have arrive to show you the misconception of your ways." He made some sort of spooky Oooooo… noise and again laughed.
The medium jerked a little and then enunciate in her regular voice. "We mean you no harm. Please let us understand with whom we're discussing, so we can better assist you."
They paused silently until Dotty couldn't take it any longer.
"Well, if he won't confide us who he is, what does he peek like? Probably we can predict. Can you illustrate him?" Shandra nodded her head.
"I can simply discern his physique. He's tall and slim. His hair seems to be in an afro style."
"Hey, I'm not skinny. I'm competent," explained the baritone voice from the medium's mouth. Brad snorted—or was it simply a cough?
