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In Emily’s book of make-believe, she had recently read of the Wendigo, haunting forgotten places where people lost their way. When a traveler walks through a forest or across hills or through an icy, northern waste, the book said, the Wendigo follows him—a watched feeling, a sense of pursuit—forcing the traveler to look over his or her shoulder, or to stop and listen. But the cleverness and speed of the Wendigo

“Spirit knocking isn’t an exact science”
Emily had named the game after the first successful test with Albert. The idea of spirits knocking from
another world gave her a genuine chill and a grin. Once, she had thought of her father not knocking from another world and went into her room, where she burrowed under her sheets and cried until she could remember that this was a game, a silly game

Mr Loewry looked at Emily, his eyes had been drifting away from the table. “Your father wasn’t like that. He was alway learning. He had a way of looking at you as if he could take you apart and reassemble you, without ever feeling superior. He looked at me, and he knew me, and he liked me anyway.” He took a sip of his drink and shook his head in remembering. “I think he was probably too plain for most people