You were hired to clean a house, blah blah blah, you get the story- Why is there a random glowing circle in the middle of some bedroom? Sitting in a plush chair that doesn't really suit the modern theme of the house, is an old-fashioned lady. She doesn't seem to be able to see or hear you.

"...the ritual calls for a long wait, but it doesn't state an exact amount of time..."

She seems to be rambling to herself...

"What did the author mean by long...? One hour...? One week...? One hundred years...? Ten thousand years...?"