Emily Chambers Spirit Medium, Book #2
Copyright 2012 C.J. Archer
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London, Spring 1880
Someone watched us. I don't know how I knew. I just did. It wasn't a ghost because I couldn't sense spirits, only see them. No, someone real and very much alive was following us home.
It wasn't the first time.
"Do you feel that?" I asked my sister, Celia, as I glanced over my shoulder. An elderly couple strolled arm in arm on the other side of the road, a middle-aged woman struggled with a heavy basket up to the front door of a house, and a man crouched at the feet of a girl to tie up her boot lace, their heads bent against the breeze. A black hansom rattled past and the horse lifted its tail and deposited its business on the street, adding to the smells of soot and dung already clogging the air. All seemed quiet. Nothing was out of place for a spring afternoon in residential Chelsea.