We are all of us, without exception, innately capable of sin. This truth was thrust upon me by a cantankerous ghost when we investigated the haunting of the Saunders house on Livermead Hill. The house itself was a grim construction, steeped in sorrow borne from secrets, anger fueled by lies and the bitter taint of betrayal.
Within its walls lurked a tormenting spirit. He took an instant dislike to my presence and let me know, quite clearly, just how wicked we can be.
This is the ninth book in the Paranormology Series.
