By now, Vanessa was sure the room that she was inside was no ordinary room. Fear crawled up on her spine and settled on her like a cloak, on top of the other cloak she was wearing.
The old woman still had her eyes fixed on them. She was patient, very patient, as if giving them the time to decide whether they wanted to come to her or return back to where they came from.
Somehow, Vanessa guessed that the second option was not really an option. What this woman had done was to consecrate the room ahead of their inquiries from her. She knew a lot about the routine of witches from the books she'd read to figure that out.
She'd chased away every strange spirit from the room and had made the room clean enough for them to make inquiries into the spirit world without attracting any dark forces that would make the meeting to not go as planned.
