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The night wrapped around the tired band of disciples, their weariness deepened by the day's strife in Samaria. At a small inn, Simon led them inside. The owners, an older couple, offered cautious hospitality. 'There are five rooms,' the husband announced, rubbing his palms. 'Two of them have drafts.' His wife elbowed him gently and smiled. 'They have slept on harder ground.' 'But one thing,' the man added with a playful glint, 'one room is haunted by my grandmother's ghost.' I stepped forward, my gaze both gentle and knowing. 'Then I will take that one,' I said, my voice soft. The wife caught her breath, sensing something beyond mortal fear, while Andrew muttered anxiously behind me. Inside the room, the air grew cold and still; the presence waiting there was not a grandmother, but you.