We were all aghast when the ambulance staff pronounced that Melanie’s coma was severe enough for her to have brain damage and the possibility of her not coming out of it was great. They suspected that whoever had done this to her had left her for dead.
The police insisted upon speaking to each guest privately. Suspicion was pointed in my direction when a few of the jealous and catty guests proceeded to announce that I was nowhere to be found when Melanie disappeared. To my relief , as well as my embarrassment, Lance came to my rescue when he confided that we were in a lover’s tryst. Nora followed up with my alibi by confirming that I’d gone to bed after hearing about Melanie’s disappearance. To my surprise and delight, my interview ended up being short and sweet. Not so for the other guests in the house.
It felt like an eternity before the ambulance took her body away, and the police ceased their grueling questioning. By then, the party was over and the guests were packing to leave.
“You are not leaving too, are you?” Lance practically whined as he entered my room without knocking.
I was planning on doing just that.
“It seems wrong to continue with the weekend after this,” I said. “There was no love lost between Melanie and me, but I’m not as cold as that.”
He reached for my hands and held them in his. “It is not cold to stick around and try to figure out what happened.”
“Are you almost ready?” Nora asked as she popped her head in through the open door. Seeing Lance standing close to me and holding my hands, she added, “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”
Lance spoke without taking his eyes off of me. “Come in and close the door, please.” Whispering softly, he asked in a question that was meant for my ears only. “Does she know about your psychic ability?”
Still uncomfortable with being referred to as psychic, I flinched before nodding. Nora and I had often discussed the impressions that I’d get on cases. We’d even analyze them. Interestingly, we’d never considered them to be psychic.
After leading me over to the bed and gently nudging me so that I sat on its edge, he smiled and turned to Nora. “I would like you and Esmerelda to stay on, if you don’t mind. I believe she can help me find out what happened.”
“Can’t the police do that?” I asked.
He turned to me with a hesitation. I got the impression that he wanted to tell me something, but didn’t know how to say it. When he finally spoke again, I realized that I was right.
Maybe I was psychic after all.
He spoke directly to Nora. “You spent a good deal of time in the company of my colleagues. Did they tell you about this place?”
She nodded. They’d told her a considerable amount. More than she’d been comfortable hearing. Most of it was nonsense that she had no intention of insulting him with by repeating.
“So, you are aware that the house is haunted?” he asked.
“I heard a rumor or two,” she scoffed, “but, I didn’t pay much attention since everyone was drinking.”
“It is not a rumor,” he admitted.
“I don’t chase ghosts,” I firmly insisted. “I don’t even believe in them.”
“The house is haunted, but not exactly with ghosts,” he explained. When I looked at him as if he had five heads, he began pacing at the foot of the bed. “Let me see if I can explain this so that it makes sense.”
He walked into the ensuite bathroom to get a drink of water before returning to explain his meaning behind the statement that the house was haunted, but not with ghosts. “When something or someone haunts, he, she, or it manifests itself into a space that it normally would not belong in. It does not have to be a dead person. It could be an object or a live person or even an animal.”
“I’m not following you,” I mumbled. I didn’t want to admit to him that, although I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what he was talking about, something about it felt correct.
He looked at me long and hard. “I think that maybe you are.” When I emitted a small gasp of surprise, he added. “Not only am I also psychic, but we are connected, my love. We feel each other. You just have not realized it yet.”
I wondered if he was referring to the intense energy that he emitted to the point that it gave me the jitters.
With a twinkle in his eye, he turned to Nora. “Do I give you the jitters?”
Giving him a confused look, she shook her head. “Why would you give me the jitters?”
“I would not,” he smugly informed us. “I would only give my life-mate the jitters. Even then, it would only be until we’d bonded.” Turning to me, he asked, “We began that bonding process last night. Do I still give you the jitters?”
“Not as much,” I admitted.
“See?” he said in a voice that made me think of an adult speaking to a child.
I can’t explain why, but I was annoyed. “What does that have to do with this haunting by non-ghosts that you’re talking about?”
If he noticed my annoyance, he made no indication as he continued with his story. “There is a good deal about this world that people do not understand, see, or accept. That does not mean that it is not there. Part of the problem is church and state. In their quest to control the masses, they hid and disguised a good deal of knowledge. They dumbed us down and forbade us to continue with certain practices in order to maintain control. It began centuries ago. Facts became fairy tales and myths. Magic, which was once a valuable tool and was usually granted to and performed by one family member, became a sin or a crime that was punishable by imprisonment or death. Today, we look upon magic as a parlor trick for our entertainment.” He stopped pacing and looked me in the eyes. “Magic is real, my dear Esmerelda. So are ghosts and demons. Do not be taken in and dumbed down by those who wish to control you.”
Although I was a skeptic when it came to such things, Nora was a true and skittish believer. The mere mention of the fact that demons were real sent her into a frenzy that took a considerable amount of time for us to calm down.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay in a house that is haunted by demons,” she said with desperation. “I simply can’t.”
“I did not say that the house was haunted with demons,” Lance corrected her. “I said that demons were real.”
I rubbed my friend’s back in an effort to assist her in avoiding the panic attack that was dangerously ready to spring forth. “You don’t have to stay here, Nora.”
“I wish you would,” Lance said as he looked directly at me. “I need your help.”
“What kind of help would I be?” Nora nervously asked. “I’m not psychic like you and Esma.”
Lance mouthed the word Esma and I scowled.
Turning to him, I boldly scolded, “Don’t even think about calling me that.” Then, heaving a sigh, I added, “I don’t know what help I can give you, but I don’t feel right abandoning you. So, I’ll stay.” Turning to Nora, I added, “You don’t have to stay, though. I won’t be upset if you want to leave. I’ll understand.”
Nora looked from me to our host and then back again. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Why not stay for a bit?” Lance asked. “If it gets to be too overwhelming for you, you can leave with no questions asked and no hard feelings.”
I smiled my agreement.
Nora nodded with hesitancy. “I guess I could do that.”
We stood beneath the grand house’s portico and watched the last guest’s car make its way down the long, tree-lined drive. The place felt eerily quiet after the recent drama and commotion. Nora asked to be excused so that she could lay down for a while. Unlike me, she had yet to go to bed since awakening the day before. On top of that, she was feeling the effects of the excessive partying as the alcohol left her system.We hadn’t had breakfast and it was approaching noon. Lance had given his staff the day off. He’d claimed that it was because they were traumatized by the violence on the premises, but I later discovered that it was because he wanted to be completely alone in the house with me and Nora when he explained just what it was that he needed us to do.“I am actually glad that it is just you and me right now,” he said as he pulled out a platter of meats for sandwiches from the oversized
I stood in the center of the nursery. What he was claiming was total madness, yet, my mind continued to cling to his story. I needed to prove him wrong for my own sanity’s sake. Closing my eyes, I willed the room to speak to me. Common sense told me that there was no truth to Lance’s story, but, just to appease my mind and free it from all doubts, I would investigate. If there was any truth to his wild tale, it would come forth. When nothing happened, I inwardly smiled with smugness. I knew that his tale was that of a madman. Even so, I was still being nagged by his story. Not getting a vision just wasn’t enough to satisfy the nagging in the recesses of my mind. I needed to do more to prove to myself that his story was completely off-the-charts crazy. Opening my eyes, I said in a voice as gentle as I could manage in my flustered state, “If you don’t mind, it would be better if I was in here alone.” He look
Very little was said between Lance and me for the next few hours. We were each deep in thought. Sensing that I needed my space, he made his way to a separate part of the house to allow me alone time to process all that I’d learned and all that he wanted of me.When Nora finally came out of her room, she found me sitting on a lounge chair near the pool. Unlike the partiers from the day before, my body wasn’t filled with alcohol and I was feeling the cold nip in the air. Even though the pool was still ready and waiting for swimmers, I wasn’t about to use it. Instead, I’d grabbed an afghan from the back of a chair inside of the house and bundled myself into it while I breathed in the cool air and tried to think on what to do.“Where’s Lance?” she asked as she lowered her body onto the lounge next to me. “I can’t believe I went swimming yesterday. It’s freezing.&rdqu
I was more than a little nervous as I slipped into the nineteenth century apparel that Lance had produced. It was really happening. I was really going to go back in time. He was taking me back to the early nineteenth century.Since I came from a family of wealth and was marrying into wealth, I was required to dress accordingly. Although the billowing cotton skirt was tolerable, I couldn’t say as much for the tortuous corset or the hoop that swayed to and fro when I walked.Lance explained that most ladies rested their hands on their hips to help keep the swaying to a minimum when they moved about. It was all so taxing to deal with, let alone remember.The underdrawers were a surprise that made me giggle. They were literally made with a huge slit in the crotch. I couldn’t help joking with Nora about the ease in sneaking about with a lover. After which, I had to calm my body down as I considered how it wo
Nora sat on the ugly yellow couch that I found so offensive. Her body was tense with anticipation. “You may not care for this couch, Esmerelda, but it’s super comfy.”Lance looked at me with mock dismay. “You don’t like the couch?”I shook my head. “I hate the color. It doesn’t go with the room.”“Maybe not, but it acts as a mighty fine anchor for the mirror,” he replied.“The mirror needs an anchor?” I gasped as I realized how little I knew about what we were about to do or the procedure in doing it.He nodded before giving his attention to Nora.Handing her the enchanted necklace, he went over what she was to say and the tone in which she was to say it several times to make sure that she had it right. One mistake could lock me in the past forever.I had no idea why he didn’t just bring me back, himself, when it was time,
The dinner table had the capacity to sit twenty, but the diners consisted of only five; myself, Lance, his mother, Vivian, his father, Edward, and his evil uncle, Bart – who, to my surprise was Edward’s twin brother; born eight minutes after him. His brother, Jason, was not in attendance. The investigator in me wanted to know why, but, as I’d done so often since I’d met Lance just days earlier, I’d refrained from asking questions. It was quite out of character for me. Then, everything that I was doing lately was out of character.We were halfway through the meal when Lance finally asked the whereabouts of his younger brother, Jason. Since all family members were expected to attend dinner, it came as a surprise to everyone that he was not amongst them, but no fuss was made.Vivian demanded propriety at all times. She would wait for the appropriate time to find out why her son had not attended
The first thing on my agenda was to correct the oversight that I’d made about how I was to return. I’d paid minimal attention to his instructions to Nora, but I did hear something about the necklace vibrating when it was time to bring me back to the future. I needed to find out what would make that necklace vibrate.I was the first to make my way to the dining room where a breakfast buffet had been set up on the oversized mahogany sideboard. My stomach shouted its need for sustenance as I lifted the covers off the dishes to investigate their contents. It reminded me of an elaborate brunch buffet at a five star restaurant.“Good morning, my love,” Lance said as he strode with regal confidence into the room and stood beside me. He looked surprisingly fresh after such a long night of love making. Kissing me on the temple, he asked, “Did you have a good night?” I was speechless.&nbs
The house was in an uproar. Several weeks had passed with no sign of Lance’s younger brother, Jason. Vivian’s temper was at an all-time high over the fact that the rumors that he was somewhere on the plantation kept spreading, yet she was unable to present him to me. A woman who was devoted to family and tradition, the mere thought that he would miss Lance’s and my wedding was sending her into a frenzy.My fiancé, on the other hand, was more than a little relieved.“I was concerned that he would do something devious to try to stop us from getting married,” he said as he guided me to a nearby bench in the garden. “My parents are sticklers for tradition. If my birthday comes and goes without seeing me married and Jason manages to produce a wife, the inheritance goes to him.”“Have you found any mischief started by him?” I asked with both curiosity and conce