When I pulled the disk out of my pocket, though, it was cold. “Crap.”

“Anansi?”

I nodded. “I have no clue what he’s actually about to do, but we’d better arm up.”

Zombies were what was on my mind, or some other kind of undead. Maybe he’d try to bring people back and we’d get…ghosts everywhere?

Kanesha nodded, grimly. “Alright. I’m ready for zombie pounding.”

Which wasn’t going to be enough, but it might be what we needed to do. And Anansi could be anywhere on the planet. “We need to find him.”

I hadn’t thought of that. Coyote could find him, but Coyote might find this all as funny as his African counterpart. Depending on how far it went.

I wasn’t going to assume the trickster would be an ally this time. I did wonder about demons and angels, though. Didn’t they both tend to collect souls? Well, maybe that was a bad way of putting it.

Things felt off balance, though. They didn’t feel right. Whatever he was doing…

I armed up and stepped outside. The wind was colder than it should be, and I felt… “I don’t like this,” I told Kanesha.

“I’m not as sensitive as you are.”

“Feels off. Feels almost like we’re in Hell again.”

“If he’s opened a door to Hell I’m going to…” She didn’t finish her sentence, because the cold wind washed over both of us.

“Ghosts,” I said. “Lots of ghosts.”

“He did open a door to Hell.”

“He opened a door to somewhere.” I couldn’t see them. I could just feel them, crowding in on me with a sense of pressure. “Hopefully this will get Coyote to take our side.”

“Hopefully. What about your sister?”
“I suspect she’s going to have her hands full.”

I couldn’t attack the ghosts, I couldn’t touch them. All I could do was seek out the center of the problem, the epicenter of the supernatural effect. I closed my eyes and then I could see them, the entire horde and weight of them.

And one of them was Mr. Clem. “Kanesha. Your dad’s here.”

“Ugh. Okay. Let’s move. Let’s do something.”

I had no idea, though, what we could do. I reached for her hand. “Let’s try just plain running.”