That woman is back outside again, clutching at her face and weeping like her whole world's ended. I'd call the priest again but after last time he just said 'salt your thresholds and keep an eye on her' without telling us what we're meant to watch for. Priests are helpful like that.
If we don't salt the thresholds she ends up floating into the kitchen and causing the fuse in the fridge to rupture. I'm not driving out in this godawful weather to go buy another set of fuses because she's perpetually stuck in the midst of a breakdown.
Salting doesn't work like the priest said it should, doesn't keep her strictly outside the property. It does stop her from interfering with everything but without being able to interfere she starts lifting her hands from her face. She gets curious about the environment and seems to come back to herself again.
We thought it might offer us a chance to talk to her and convince her to move on, to rejoin her lost loved ones on the other side. When she spoke back for the first time is when we found out that she is neither dead nor human nor capable of dying in the first place.
I wonder if our priest knows this and that's why he refuses to come out again.
I suppose he only really deals in the spiritual and damned if this one has a spirit.
I'd ask her but something in her eyes makes me think I'm better off letting her break the fuses instead.
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