Dangerous Spirits by Jordan L. Hawk6/29/2023 His beard jutted out in front of him, like an angry badger attached to his chin. Kelly, the Psychical Society’s president, slowly folded his arms over his chest. Although the windows were open to let in a breeze, the inescapable heat of early July remained oppressive even after sunset. “Er…” Henry resisted the impulse to tug at his collar. Stony faces stared back at him, and two of the women leaned together, whispering behind their fans. The small lecture hall remained utterly silent, save for the occasional cough or rattle of papers. Almost every member of the Baltimore Psychical Society had come to hear his lecture, and he scanned the faces of the men-and a few women-awaiting the spread of approving smiles. He stepped away from the podium where he’d placed his notes and gazed out over the gathering. “We successfully put an end to the haunting, and the usefulness of my inventions was proven once and for all.” “And that is my report,” Henry Strauss concluded. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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