The air thickens slightly, as if some mysterious new ingredient has been added to it. There is a curious taste in my mouth, too. This is not uncommon. Sometimes the flavor can be quite revolting, which is off-putting, but on this occasion I detect sugar. No, something sweeter, if that is possible. Honey, I believe. Next, faintly at first, comes the sound of singing. It is a high, pure voice, and as it grows stronger a figure takes shape within the circle. The blurred outline of a girl slowly grows stronger and clearer, until we can all see her standing before us. She could have been no more than sixteen when she died, and is dressed in a pretty lace cotton dress of palest blue. It can be hard to determine the time from which the spirit comes, but by the style of her clothes and the way her hair is curled, I estimate she trod the earth some two hundred years ago.