Miss Smith and her friend had not showed up by the appointed time but, after a short conference with Elsie, Joe decided to give them another ten minutes. It was important that Joe was the last to enter the room. Ten minutes later and Joe was just getting ready to make his entrance anyway when, at last, there was a knock on the front door. Joe closed his eyes once more and was assaulted by new voices, loud and strong, shouting over the quiet murmur that had been there before. He started to get a sense of foreboding. These new voices could mean only one thing; trouble.
The conversations out in the hall moved to the dining room but Joe still hung back, listening to the voices in his head, hoping to get a handle on things before he went in there. It was like someone had unleashed a pack of dogs in his head, they were all yapping and barking over each other in a terrible cacophony. Joe's forehead wrinkled with concentration as he tried to make sense of it but to little avail.
Elsie made a quiet knock on the door and Joe knew that he had run out of time.
She opened the parlor door a little and put her head inside. "Everybody is ready, Joe," she said. "Miss Smith has bought her Uncle and her boyfriend though, so I am afraid it is standing room only."
"Comin', Elsie love," Joe said as he stood up from the chair. Digger had fallen asleep on the rug. His legs twitched as he chased rabbits in his dreams. Joe looked at the old mutt with affection. Better to let sleeping dogs lie, he thought.
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Sleeping Dogs Lie
ParanormalJoe is a mystic, a medium, a speaker for the dead. He's clever and full of gypsy charm. But what is he really, and what will be the consequences of finding out?
