The slap in itself was startling but the ghost actually admitting that it felt the slap was what actually froze the hunters in the room. Phoebe too was shocked as much; she had expected ethereal mist. Instead, her hand met cold clammy flesh.
"Oh my God! That can happen?" Maureen studied Obed's cheek, curiosity at its peak she did the same thing Phoebe had done, only for her hand to pass through as if she was slapping the wind.
Rekha let out a loud chuckle. "Yeah well, not all of us can be the grand guardian." Her words were loud, and they were an accident. She covered her mouth as soon as she realized what she had blurted out.
Her wide frightened eyes turned to Phoebe as she slapped her mouth lightly, "Sorry...sorry....It was the slip of a tongue."
