The Calling Card
Catora Sensory slipped into the cigar bar early that night.
She wanted to get things done and over with, hopefully making it back home at a half-decent hour.
As soon as she entered, the sweet aroma of maple and bourbon cloaked her like a blanket.
She relished the smell of fresh Cuban cigars.
The fragrant scent tended to loosen her.
There was nothing like a nice cigar and a shot of Cutty Sark.
She drifted toward the bench at the bar near the door.
She liked to watch everyone who came in—it made it easier for her to choose her prey.
Tonight, the walls whispered.
Regret.
Desire.
Betrayal.
That was her gift.
She could hear the walls talking.
She loved to people-watch too, listening in on their conversations as she sat quietly in her own world, sipping her drink, an unlit cigar pursed on her lips.
But tonight, she had an objective.
She was hunting the phantom of hearts—the soul thief.
She wandered into bars outside of town, seeking out men she knew were troubled.
The walls usually told her which ones were worth stalking.
She could spot a silver-tongued devil a mile away, and tonight, she wanted the worst of them all.
She would take her sweet revenge and rip their hearts out the way they had done to other women.
Tonight was no exception.
Each time a man walked into the room, the walls whispered their warnings.
No damn good.
Liar, liar.
Watch out.
You shouldn't be here.
Sometimes, she listened.
Other times, she ignored them.
Then he walked in.
And the walls fell silent.
She knew then.
He was the one.
Tall, dark, and handsome was an understatement.
Actually, he wasn't her type at all.
Short, about 5'8", chocolatey with a bald head.
He sort of looked like a Milk Dud with teeth—perfect, straight, white, clean.
But it was his smile and mystery that won her over.
That, and the fact that the walls had nothing to say.
They always had something to say.
Except now.
Why were they so silent?
That made her all the more intrigued.
She watched as he strolled straight to the bathroom.
She slid out of her chair and slowly followed.
Her red dress clung to her curves as she moved like a snake through the room, the slit swaying with each step.
She could feel eyes on her—even the ones sitting beside their wives.
But she didn't care.
She knew exactly who she wanted.
The man who made the walls mute.
She positioned herself across the room, giving him enough space so she wouldn't seem too eager.
Then, as he stepped out of the bathroom, she closed the distance.
Her black hair fell sleek and straight down her back, parted neatly down the middle like Pocahontas.
Her every step deliberate, her gaze locked on him like a black panther stalking prey.
As she neared him, she slipped a hand into her dress, pulling a silver lighter from her breast and a cigar from her clutch.
Tucking the purse beneath her arm, she placed the cigar between her lips and flicked the lighter open.
But the lighter slipped from her fingers.
It landed between them.
For a second, she hesitated.
But before she could move, he had already bent down.
He lifted the lighter and met her gaze as he flicked the flame to life.
Their eyes locked between the glow.
He smirked.
"You shouldn't play with fire."
She smiled back.
"Neither should you."
This was easier than she expected.
She took a slow drag from the cigar—puff, puff—as he held the flame steady.
The heat between them was intense—like an inferno.
After a few puffs, she exhaled smoothly, allowing herself to relax.
The game had begun.
Like every man before him, he followed the usual pattern.
Drinks.
Laughter.
Compliments.
He told her she was beautiful and asked if she was single.
He said he was.
She let the alcohol melt into her spirit, let the tension build, let him think he was winning.
Then, like clockwork, when the moment was right, he asked if she wanted to get a room.
She obliged.
The hotel room was dimly lit, smelling of crisp linens and mold.
She slipped away to the bathroom, pissing out the alcohol, freshening up, fixing her hair.
As she adjusted the strap of her dress, the walls spoke again.
"Be careful."
"He is no good."
"You were never supposed to be here."
She smirked at her reflection in the mirror.
She had the right one.
When she stepped out, he was waiting.
Bare.
Smooth, sculpted chest.
Hungry eyes.
Her plan was simple—give him something he'd never forget, then leave before dawn.
She let the dress fall from her shoulders onto the floor.
His hands met her waist. His fingers traced the small of her back.
For a moment, she thought about what it would be like to stay. To wake up beside him instead of leaving before sunrise.
She shook the thought away.
So they made deep, passionate, wild, animalistic love all through the night.
It was so good, so deep, she completely faded to black, barely remembering any of it.
When she woke, sunlight pierced through the blinds, the scent of cologne and old used condoms lingering in the air.
She stretched, reaching for him—but the bed was cold.
Her eyes blinked open.
Had he gone to the bathroom?!
She wanted to call out his name, but… she didn't know it.
She lay there, waiting.
But he never came back.
Then—the phone rang.
She rolled over, grabbing the receiver, voice thick with sleep.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sensory. You have a visitor. Would you like me to send him up?"
Her stomach twisted.
"A visitor?"
"Yes, ma'am."
That's when she saw it.
The lighter.
Sitting on the nightstand.
And beneath it, a business card.
Her fingers trembled as she picked it up, expecting his name.
Instead, it read:
Nathan Hale
Private Investigator
"Your husband says hello."
Ever been in a situation where you thought you had control, only to realize too late that you didn't?
Catora thought she had read the room. But did she really?
If you want to sharpen your ability to sense the truth before it's too late, here's how.
How to Read the Room
Have you ever walked into a room and wondered what people were thinking? Maybe something felt a little off, or maybe it felt welcoming—but you weren't quite sure what you were stepping into. Sometimes, you just want a heads-up before engaging, whether it's to make a good impression, ensure you're in a safe space, or figure out how to navigate the energy of the people around you.
As a Master Psychic, reading the room is second nature to me. Before I do my readings, I have to take in the energy of the space and the people inside it. It can be nerve-wracking because, truthfully, you never know what you're walking into until you're already there. That's why it's important to assess the environment first—to know how to approach people, what energy I'm working with, and how best to connect.
Before you even step into a room, your own mindset matters. I used to psych myself out with thoughts like, What if they don't like me? What if I fail? What if I'm an imposter? The problem is, fear will read the room before you do if you let it. It will create scenarios in your head that have nothing to do with reality. What I've learned is that if you weren't meant to be in that space, you wouldn't be there. There's a reason you showed up, and there's something you're supposed to take from the moment. That's why, before entering any room, I always ask myself: What is my objective? What do I want to get out of this? What energy do I want to bring in with me? Ground yourself first, then walk in with purpose.
The moment you step inside, take in the vibe. What's your first instinct? Does the space feel warm and welcoming, or cold and distant? Is the energy high and buzzing, or low and heavy? Maybe it feels neutral, like people are just going through the motions. Pay attention to the environment itself, too. A dark, cluttered, or closed-off space can make the energy feel stagnant. A well-lit, open room tends to feel more inviting. But don't jump to conclusions too fast—because sometimes, it's the people who set the energy, not the space itself.
I have a client who floats to a medical facility with few windows and little natural light. She says the energy there feels draining, and so do the people. But I've also been in bright, open spaces that somehow still felt tense or uneasy. That's when you look beyond the environment and start reading the people inside it.
Now, take a look around. What are the people in the room giving off? Are they making eye contact and smiling, or do they seem uninterested? Is there laughter and engagement, or is the energy stiff and uncomfortable? Does it feel like everyone is on the same page, or are there mixed signals?
Let's say you walk into a business meeting. The room is full but quiet. People look tense, avoiding eye contact, checking their phones. You don't have to be psychic to know something's off—there's tension in the air. More than likely, you're about to walk into some bullshit—maybe bad news, maybe conflict, maybe just a room full of people who don't want to be there.
Now, flip that scenario to a social event. If people are smiling, engaging, and turning toward each other, the energy is open and inviting. But if someone is standing off to the side, arms crossed, barely speaking, they're either uncomfortable, distracted, or just not in the mood. That's fine—not everyone fits the overall energy of a space. Your job is to notice, not to judge.
When you walk into a room, take note of who reacts to you. Does anyone make an effort to greet you? Do people's faces light up when they see you, or do they seem indifferent? Are there people actively avoiding eye contact, or are they just lost in thought? The people who acknowledge you with warmth? Those are your allies. The ones who look annoyed or dismissive? Not your concern. And the neutral ones? They're focused on something else, so don't overanalyze it.
Even body language tells you a lot. Pay attention to people's feet. If their feet (or body) are turned toward you, they're engaged. If they start turning away, they're done with the interaction. Don't take it personally—just adjust accordingly.
Once you understand the energy of the space, you have a choice. Do you want to blend in and move with the flow of the room? Do you want to shift the energy and stand out? Or do you want to remain a mystery—letting people sense your presence before they fully engage with you?
For me, I like to keep my energy high and my presence warm. I want people to feel comfortable and at ease around me. That doesn't mean forcing positivity in a negative space—it means being intentional with your energy. Some situations call for you to be magnetic and radiant, while others might require quiet confidence and a little mystery.
If I walk into a tense room, I stay calm and grounded. If I enter a warm, welcoming space, I match the energy and engage. And sometimes, if a room feels low, I choose to be the light in the darkness—because why not?
Reading the room isn't just about observing—it's about knowing how to move within it. Whether you're stepping into a crowded event or sitting across from just one person, take a moment to assess the space before making your move. Maybe you're stepping into a boardroom and need to command authority. Maybe you're at a party and want to bring the fun. Or maybe, the room feels cold and stagnant, but you want to turn it into something more inviting, more magnetic.
Maybe you want to seduce your lover—not by being obvious, but by letting them feel your presence before a single word is spoken. The room is dim, a candle flickers, the energy is warm, inviting, magnetic. In that moment, you own the room—not just because of how it looks, but because of what you make it feel like.
Once you can read the room, you can control how you navigate it. Some spaces won't be ideal. Some energies will feel off. But when you take the time to observe, assess, and adjust, you'll always know how to move with confidence and purpose.
So, the next time you walk into a room—pause. Observe. Feel the energy. And then decide: How do I want to show up in this space? The answer to that will determine everything.
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Master Psychic Rachel
Don't Live Life In The Dark…
Sensing the Unseen: Your Turn to Reflect What signals did Catora miss that the walls were trying to tell her? How might you recognize similar warning signs in your own interactions?
When have you trusted your first impressions only to discover they were completely wrong? What could you have done differently to read the situation more accurately?
Catora's 'gift' failed her at a crucial moment. What practices could help you develop more reliable intuition about people and situations?
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