Itches
This sort of thing happens only to her. When there are spirits near her, her skin itches. The closer they are, the greater the itch. When there was something in the next room, the flap of skin between her left thumb and index finger began to itch.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” she’ll say.
But then, we move closer, and the whole of her upper left arm becomes irritated and she puts a hand on it. It is warm, warmer than the rest of her body. Soon, she doesn’t even have to feel with her hand how warm it is, as she can feel it the way an open wound throbs.
“It has been dry lately,” she’ll say.
Then her neck will feel like it’s broken out with hives, but when we look, it appears normal. She begins scratching her neck.
“Does anyone have moisturizer?” she’ll ask.
Then, when it gets really bad, her upper back will itch, and it will go up her neck to her scalp.
“Okay guys, I’d like to leave now,” she’ll say, but we’ll never let her leave.