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was seated on the side of the bath, began his explanation. ‘It is a pocket of energy endowed with a degree of intelligence by its originator and with some of the originator’s personal qualities as well. That is why the presence seemed female to you.’ Max looked at the young priest, who was now drinking a herbal brew which Max had mixed up and was clutching a large crystal to his stomach which Max had also pulled out of his bag of tricks.
    ‘So, because the thought form presented itself as female to Father Chuck, we know a woman created it,’ Rhea summed up.
    ‘Actually, we know via the local legend that a scorned woman is the source of the trouble in that house,’ Max explained. ‘Does she not know this?’ He looked to the priest for an explanation. ‘That’s the whole reason you went up there in the first place. And I had told you not to go.’
    ‘I know.’ Chuck was frustrated by the fact. ‘But the entity caused me such a scare, I just had to get out of there. But, please,’ the priest encouraged his friend, ‘feel free to do the honours now.’
    When Rhea had heard the tale, her first reaction was that of anger. ‘And the real estate agent didn’t see fit to mention that our house was cursed!’ She took a deep breath as she realised that their insurance probably wouldn’t cover damage resulting from thought forms. ‘This farmer’s name was Phillip, you said?’
    Both Max and the priest nodded.
    ‘And the girl who cast the curse. Her name was …?’
    This query made both men frown, but it was Max who had a stab at remembering. ‘N something. Nadine, Nicole … no.’
    ‘Natalie,’ Rhea suggested and Max clicked his fingers.
    ‘That’s it, Natalie … how did you know?’
    Rhea just shook her head, her mind too busy processing the information to be bothered with an explanation. ‘So how does one exorcise a thought form?’
    ‘Oh, you don’t want to exorcise a thought form. That would only make it stronger, like Chuck’s prayer did,’ Max advised. ‘You need a very experienced psychic to return the energy back to its rightful sphere of activity.’
    ‘Where the hell am I going to find a psychic?’ Rhea baulked at the idea, until Chuck referred her to Max.
    ‘Oh, no.’ Max declined. ‘I don’t do that sort of thing any more.’
    ‘You’re a psychic?’ Rhea was shocked by this news, and stared at Chuck. ‘You’re a priest and you go to a psychic for healing?’
    ‘Yes.’ Chuck didn’t see what was wrong with that. ‘I wasn’t always a priest, you realise. I grew up in these parts and I know that Max is the greatest authority on psychic phenomena around, as he used to belong to one of those secret orders that studied occult matters.’
    ‘You’re a witch?’ Rhea was even more surprised. ‘I mean, a warlock?’
    ‘No, no.’ Max objected to the misconception and Chuck had a chuckle at his old friend’s expense. ‘I’m glad to see you’re feeling better,’ he snapped at the young priest, before turning back to address Rhea’s query. ‘When I was a century younger,’ he exaggerated, ‘I belonged to the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. The Order has done much investigation into occult and magical practices, which I found all very interesting, but also dangerous, and potentially damaging in the hands of those out for personal gain. As I felt many people in the Order were studying occult doctrine for the wrong reasons, I withdrew from their company and moved out here to Australia.’
    Rhea was fascinated by the explanation, as Max seemed such an intelligent fellow and not at all the magician type. ‘So, if you can’t help me with this, Max, can you recommend someone who can?’
    Max thought seriously a moment and then shook his head. ‘You see, you’ve got a couple of real big problems that prevent you from getting rid of this particularly nasty thought form. My advice is sell the place and move elsewhere.’
    ‘We can’t, we’ve invested too much.’ Rhea