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had been exciting, I’ll be damned if they weren’t troublesome and sometimes a little spooky.
    According to my own research, being a clairvoyant did not mean I was destined to communicate with the spirit world. Mediumship and clairvoyance were two totally separate things. Maybe this was happening because Halloween, or what Witches called Samhain, was right around the corner.
    The veil between the physical world and the world of spirits was supposed to be at its thinnest. Maybe that’s why I was seeing ghosts? With all of the other witchy talents that run in the Bishop family tree, has anyone else ever had to deal with this? And if so, would they be able to teach me how to control it?
    I made another note in the margin, Who is Ro? I needed to find out— like yesterday. Was she a Bishop? I glanced down at the notepad and noticed that I had drawn a tree. I stared at it and recalled what the ghost had said to me. “Look at the family tree. Discover your roots,” I said to myself.
    I jumped up and went directly to Gwen’s bedroom suite. I searched through the books on the shelf in her turret room and found nothing on our recent family history. Merlin padded into the room and sat by my feet.
    “Hey Merlin,” I said as he leaned into me. “Don’t suppose you’d know where I could find a copy of the family tree, would you?”
    Merlin meowed, and pawed at my leg.
    I deliberated as he sat and stared at me with wise golden eyes. Well, he was a Witch’s cat after all. “Can you show me?” I asked and felt a little silly.
    Merlin trotted to the doorway, paused and looked over a feline shoulder as if to say, You coming or not?
    I followed.
    Merlin went down the hall and stopped at a door on the second floor landing. When he pawed at the door, I slowly opened it. As I did, the door gave a loud squeak. “Very haunted house-like,” I muttered to the cat as I studied the entry to the attic.
    Merlin went in immediately and scampered up the steep stairs. I spotted a light switch inside the door and checked over my shoulder to make sure all of the girls were downstairs. With the coast clear, I stepped in and closed the door behind me.
    I’d never been up in the attic area before. The family used it for storage as far as I knew, and I’d seen them bring big containers out when they had decorated the house for Halloween. But I had only helped to haul the boxes from the second floor to the main floor.
    I found Merlin waiting at the top of the stairs in front of a white painted door. I smiled at the clear glass door knob and pushed it open. Not sure what I would find, my breath caught on a delighted gasp.
    Light filtered in through a few fancy stained glass windows that featured an art nouveau rose pattern. Colored patterns of light lay scattered across the wide planked floor. The ceiling was high, so I went in and searched for another light switch. I didn’t see any, but there was a tall floor lamp with a ratty tasseled shade sitting nearby on a threadbare rug. I stepped over and clicked the lamp on.
    What I found made me sigh in appreciation. The space was large and, despite the old pieces of furniture, clean. The walls were unfinished, and the wooden slats were stained in a pretty color. Along one slanted wall a short, deep storage shelf was arranged. I saw color coordinated plastic storage bins for the different holidays. Beyond that was a crib, a wooden rocking chair, and the frame for an old wrought iron bed. While some of the walls were at funny angles due to the Victorian architecture, I thought it only made the attic more intriguing.
    I turned around and took in the whole space. I noticed that at some point someone had framed in a bathroom— the two by fours appeared newer, and I could see that plumbing had been roughed in. A few old chairs that needed reupholstering sat by the rough-in, as if waiting to be made pretty again. I noticed that Merlin waited for me in a colored beam of light from the windows. His tail