“We must call in the Priest – he will know what to do.”
“What of Kybosh?”
“No, it is never any good to add calamity upon calamity - we need an expert in quelling this turmoil. I will find him and bring him here.”
Earlier that day Puck had met with the realtor and secured a winning price for Stanhope - its invisible householders were pleased. They had gathered together to celebrate the residence when the moors had started to froth over with a ghostly ferment.
Very soon its mists had grown faces and a stronghold of four hundred ghouls were howling at their windows.
Zombies are physical bodies who manifest without souls, and ghosts are astral remnants that live on without inhabiting souls - shells of former men recanting their past woes.
These fellows had been aroused from their rest and their carryon was overbearing. They even brought with them an odour most foul.
Tonight's party had fallen short.
"How about I'll go and get the Priest and you look after what is happening here?" offered Nervina who was chilled by their presence; for there were sides to humanity he could not stomach well.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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