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I turned on the light to my room and gasped. My parents had all their equipment out—the ion meters and recorders and even the thermal camera. They brought the thermal along only if they felt confident that it would capture something on-screen. Something paranormal.

Dad set the thermal reader down on my bed. “It’s time we showed you something,” he said.

I couldn’t help feeling dread. Dad turned on a video screen. I immediately recognized the Courtyard Café in Charleston.

“Do you see those white shapes?” he asked.

I sucked in my breath. “What is it?”

Mom shook her head. “We’re not sure yet. But Charlotte, whatever they are, it appears they followed us home.”

“What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

Dad turned to me. “We think something powerful was triggered back in Charleston. We’re getting readings stronger than anything we’ve ever recorded.”

My legs felt shaky and I gripped the back of Dad’s chair. The still images on the screen stared back at me. “Do you know what caused it?” I asked. No one said anything. I looked at Mom. “What triggered it?”

“You did,” she said gently. “We think you’re the trigger.”