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walking through the Yellow Pages.
    She and Joshua arrived less than an hour later.
    By then, the ghost was mighty angry.
    Small barred windows placed high up the tower wall provided the only natural light in the tower. Small alcoves for torches had been set in recesses around the tower, but at present they were all empty. The lanterns Alexandra and Joshua brought with them provided some light, although they were not powerful enough to brighten the entire room. Shadows made excellent hiding places for their ghastly foe and there were plenty of places around them where it could lay in wait.
    The room was spartan in terms of décor, with only a simple set of old wooden shelving against one wall that tapered with each shelf above the large bottom level about knee high. Each shelf was roughly eight feet long and the shelves were filled to capacity with glass jars of various shapes, sizes, colors, and designs. There were forty in total. The only thing each jar had in common was a handle and a long thin neck that was topped off with a thick piece of cork and sealed with an even thicker coating of wax earmarked with the seal of the Church of Rome. No date was recorded on the seals, which told Alexandra that they were old, much older than the tower itself.
    Lying on the polished stone floor was one of the jars made of a thick frosted glass. The cork lay nearby; knocked loose when the glass jar fell from its perch on the shelves. Alexandra suspected that the glassware had been knocked off its position on the lower shelf to the floor when the new owners and their workers broke through the sealed off entrance to the tower. Judging by the damage done to the entrance that she had noticed when they arrived, it was simply dumb luck that more than one jar had not been damaged. Thankfully, releasing one spirit was enough to scare her clients off from opening more. She did not find the thought of having to deal with a room full of the beastiesappealing.
    As she had explained to her companion when they first arrived and examined the open glass container, “it was only the thickness of the glass that kept it from shattering on impact.”
    The attack from above started almost the instant they stepped into the room so Alexandra has not been able to examine the shelf or the treasures held there. She had a suspicion about the glass jars, but did not want to speculate until she was certain.
    Unfortunately, her little friend flying above wasn’t about to allow her time to do just that.
    “Can you understand me?” Alexandra asked the spirit flying around in circles above. “We are not here to hurt you,” she said when it did not reply.
    “I don’t think he wants to talk,” Joshua said.
    “You might be right,” Alexandra said. “Had to give it a shot though. Please, talk to us.”
    It was no use. If the ghost could answer, it was choosing not to do so. If not, then it truly was like a wild animal and that made it dangerous.
    “What now?” Joshua asked.
    “First things first,” she said. “We’ve got to get our ghostly friend here back inside his cage.”
    “His what?”
    Before she could respond, the ghost dove toward her again, with loud piercing shrieks echoing off the rough stone walls. It was as if it had heard her thoughts and acted accordingly. Maybe he’s not so far gone as I thought.
    Alexandra realized that capturing this spirit was going to be easier said than done as she sidestepped the clumsy attack. She narrowly avoiding the monster’s razor sharp talons, which, in spite of belonging to a ghost whose body was completely transparent, were quite solid and could easily slice through flesh and bone.
    The ghost arced back toward higher ground, but not before bumping the edge of the shelf where Joshua took cover. The antique wood shuddered under the impact and threatened to topple over and spill the remaining glass jars to the stone floor.
    She couldn’t let that happen.
    If her theory was correct, and she was fairly certain