Tension brewed within the group.They approached Eleanor's place and true to their words, in the distance, they saw figures approaching. Getting to the front of the house, they stood. Waiting.Eleanor was more impatient to see if what Esmeralda had given her for her eyes would work.Contact lenses.Esmeralda had explained to her that the eyes of the Fourth spirit held horrors unknown to men. Torture, sadness, anger, bitterness, shame, tranquil torture, hate, you name it, they were all there. They all strove for dominance in his eyes and If she looked really close, she would see them all, fighting with their hypnotizing trade marks on their backs. Looking into his eyes drew out some form of reaction. Be it fear, surprise or even curiosity, it drew out a reaction. An emotional reaction. That was what granted him access to the soul. He needed a reaction as an opening to enter and the lack of a reaction served as a barrier to his entrance. That was
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