It hadn’t happened again. Not since the night at the haunted house. He hadn’t been able to make sense of it. How on earth he had moved from one point to another ten feet away.
Bobby regretting blaming the girl he’d been with. The panic had scrambled him, but he knew now that it had to have been him. She had only been a human.
But, it did not repeat itself. And since it was so hard to grasp, he had done his best to put it out of his mind. Especially over the holidays, which he knew would be his last with his Grandaddy.
But the memory still stalked him. The mystery of what he had done to trigger it. The surmounting paranoia that somehow had only had access to that power for one night. Was it possible?
He was tired of not knowing. He’d attended the psychic gatherings, but he never felt truly in the loop of untapped knowledge about all things supernatural. There was such a well of information he should be drawing from.
So he sought it directly from the main source,
hey Gracey this is Bobby! I have a psychic question for you, miss magic guru