New. People kept talking about that over the message boards. Discovering they could do new things that they hadn't before. It all sounded crazy, or had at first. Then she'd suddenly gotten stronger and started having some funky dreams. Dreams of other girls fighting.
Vi nodded once, still a little concerned as well as impressed. "I'm glad you're on my side," she said, shaking her head. "I thought tile throwing ghosts were bad. Against you, that would really be screwed." She shrugged. "All I got were some strange dreams."
If she'd thought it was impressive the first time, the second time floored her. She took a step back uncertainly, tire iron raised as she pulled her gaze from him to look for the ghost.
The woman appeared and Vi shifted the grip on the iron to one hand. Her weight shifted and she swung the iron in a sideways motion, letting it go. As the ghost evaded the lightning, it strayed into the path of the iron. It went through her middle, a sharp shriek filling the bathroom before she dissipated.