Where the Dead Keep Watch

Previously

…A shiver, not of cold but of a strange, detached longing, traced its way down her spine. The house was quiet now. The cemetery was still. But within Eleanor, a new kind of restlessness was beginning to stir, an obsession taking root in the fertile ground of her newfound knowledge and the lingering echoes of the spectral world. She found herself looking for the familiar in the mundane, searching for the subtle signs of the supernatural in the quiet corners of their lives, a part of her still tethered to the world where the dead kept watch, and a part of her now yearning for its return.