“Oh.. Audrey double-checked Claire’s hands; still on the ground. and why can’t it go back to me..” with a dejected cast towards the floor. “It’s not– okay, fine. In a truly bizarre sight for her audience members, the squirming girl would occasionally reach down and make an attempt to rest her hand on top of the head that should have been nestled in between her legs. It was Hunter’s ‘mocking’ that pushed Audrey over the edge. Her knees were suddenly pulled up from under her, unseating her criss-cross stance and brought her rolling onto her back. What does it – what do you want?!” Claire began for the group, only to shift her attention outward into the spiritual plane and call out into the cobwebbed void of the attic rafters. Audrey, it seems, had uncanny timing at getting off incorporeal beings. To as much of a surprise as the chick currently enthralled by the tongue-lashing as the ones watching her, Claire’s hand would hesitate at the spot where a head would be, and then pass through.
