Icene felt the air move, colder air moving about, quite close. She waved one arm across, through it, there was something, almost cohesive about the air, and a stray suspicion, a faint memory wafted by her mind....
Were there such things as ghosts?
She shook her head, but then realised, demons were not something she'd believed in at all, and she knew damn well they were real now, so why not ghosts. "Oh that's just great, Andras mentions ghosts when I move in and now, after everything else, he might be right? I don't know, I just, whatever is going on here? I don't like it."