"Seems that you already sussed out my answer then. Why have me state it at all?"

Admitting anything was never one of her strong suits, particularly when it came to these things. However much she might acknowledge the supernatural, her ghosts were still deeply rooted in her heart and fears. She wasn't completely ready to face them so openly.

Some of his suggestions and thoughts sound nonsensical. A barrier keeping ghosts away? Even a church couldn't do that. Ghosts followed, they were attached to fear and misery. They were the dirt staining one's skirts. How could there be one without the other? "This doesn't seem like the sort of place to keep nightmares at bay. It seems like it feeds on it."