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It was a sleepless night, trying in vain to find a credible source of information about binding spells or whatever. I gave up about an hour before sunrise, and left a note for Susan not to come upstairs until I got up. No wonder the first thing she did in the morning was come to dust and vacuum the master bedroom, right next door. And in order to vacuum the whole rug, she asked Mike to help her move all the furniture.
So I woke up only two hours after falling asleep, to loud noises like I had a frigging construction crew working right by my bed. Exhausted and still upset about the whole basement situation, just hearing Susan’s voice triggered a homicidal fury I’d never known I had in me. I strode to the master bedroom and pulled the vacuum plug roughly. Susan turned around, surprised.
“Didn’t you see the note I left you on the fridge?” I growled, definitely sick and tired of her.
“Good morning, Miss Garner. Yes, I saw it. But
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Haunter The Truth Behind the Shadow
Over lunch, Amy asked the Blotters a lot of questions about their plane or dimension, and how they perceived the world of the living. With two TTS and two speaking apps, the conversation with them flowed better than ever. I left her chattering with the Blotters at the table to clean the kitchen. I was just about to finish when we heard a thud from the basement. Amy turned to me, suddenly apprehensive.“That’s the shadow,” I said, nodding. “It surely sensed you. I told it about you, and bet it can’t wait anymore to meet you.”“You told it? It’s conscious?”“Conscious and intelligent,” Edward replied.“Okay, let me grab a few things,” she said, and hurried to grab her bag from the east parlor.I opened the basement door and stuck my head in. “Coming, Kujo! Just a minute!”Amy came back with a fat white candle, a funny rosary and a small glass bot
Haunter The Haunter Supreme
I paced up, leaving Amy behind, and trotted to the end of the trail. In the Manor garden, a black pickup truck idled behind Amy’s car, and Mike was coming to meet the man stepping out of the passenger seat. I only got to see he was tall, all clad in black baggy clothes. I came out of the trail to the garden and waved my hand high.“It’s okay, Mike! I got it!”Mike stopped halfway but lingered there, like making sure I was fine, or safe, or whatever. Brandon Price looked back and started around the vehicle towards me. I was about to approach the truck when Amy grabbed my arm from behind to stop me.“Keep your distance, Fran. This man carries at least half a dozen parasite demons attached to him,” she warned, her eyes fixed on him.“Joseph will protect me,” I replied, freeing my arm.Brandon Price waited for me by his car. As usual, his face was half-hidden behind his glasses and under his stubble and b
Haunter Befriend Thy Enemy
After Amy left, the Manor felt quiet and empty for a while. I loved living with the Blotters, but only now I realized I’d been missing some regular human company as well. Especially someone like Amy, who didn’t force me to hide what was actually going on in my life. I took a longer jog that day, and spent a long while playing the guitar, not at the east parlor, but in my room. The Blotters respected my need for solitude and didn’t give any sign of their presence, save the usual little noises.The next morning, a glance at the calendar was enough for me to understand why I felt so down and lonely. The anniversary of Mom’s death was around the corner, but it’d never been about just that day. After years of fighting a lost battle against the cancer that kept coming back, she’d spent her last days in the hospital, drowned in morphine and still in excruciating pain. The day she’d passed hadn’t been anywhere near as bad, because it ha
Haunter Bait for Celebs
“I’ve got it! The pendant and the name were all I needed!”I rubbed my eyes, trying in vain to lift my head from the pillow. Amy sounded awfully awake for my muddled brain.“You found the ritual?”“Did I wake you up? Oh, my, sorry, Fran!”“It’s okay. Can I call you back in ten?”“Sure, sure.”It was eight-thirty on a gray cold morning. I kicked myself out of bed, crawled into my winter sweatpants and a baggy turtleneck sweater that fell down to my knees, tied my hair up in a ponytail and felt ready to go back to bed. Instead, I dragged my feet all the way down to the kitchen.Susan and Mike wouldn’t come until nine, so I had a little while to make my breakfast in the quiet stillness of the house. Before cooking, I went to the east parlor. The cat ball flashed right away.“Morning, Ann, Lizzie. Amy seems to have good news and I’m about to c
Haunter Down the Slippery Slope
That conference call was like the little push on the small of your back when you’re sitting on top of a big tall slide. Before I could catch my breath and process the situation, I was gliding down and there was nothing I could do to stop or at least slow down.I called Trisha before going to sleep, and I was forced to move the phone away from my ear until she was done with her happy cries and exclamations.“How long do you need me to stay?”“Three days?”“Didn’t you say the Haunters are staying five?”“Yeah, but—”“Then I’m staying at least six.”“You can’t call in sick for six days straight, Trish!”“Oh, didn’t I tell you I quit? Yeah, I was sick and tired of that groper son of a bitch. I have a couple of interviews scheduled, but they’re over Zoom, so I don’t need to be in town for them.&rdquo
Haunter The Last Break
Amy and Trisha got to the Manor at noon, when I had already bitten my nails up to my elbows and was pretty much pacing up and down the walls. Turned out the medium had decided to tell my friend about the Blotters and explain the whole situation before leaving Boston. She wanted to assess Trisha’s reaction to be sure she was the right choice to come lend a hand.That was why, to my utter surprise, my friend didn’t storm in calling out for ghosts and demons, never minding who was around. Instead, she got out of Amy’s flashy car already filming with her phone, using an SLS app to detect humanoid forms on screen. Which in Trisha’s world meant she was being the queen of discretion.Susan was still around, with the excuse of making sure our guests had everything they needed right as they needed in their rooms, so we didn’t talk until she left and we sat down for a late lunch.“Where are they?” Trisha asked Amy, a bundle of exc
Haunter Better Safe
Amy spent about an hour in the basement. When she came back up, she nodded with a tired smile when I offered her coffee and sat down at the table with a long sigh. “Pennhurst Asylum,” she said, and she did sound exhausted. “That’s where Price picked it up.” I rummaged the pantry for more cupcakes and was lucky to find one last tray. I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ ener
Haunter One Cold Sunrise
It took me some time to fall asleep. Amy had stayed downstairs after dinner, for a little chat with Ann and Edward about what would be put in motion the moment Price drove past the Manor gates. Trisha slouched down the second-floor hallway to her room, still whining and complaining about her poor aching knees. She was knocking on my door in under a minute, all fussy and flabbergasted about her private bathtub. “I’m so taking a long bath with relaxing oils!” she cried, clapping. “Hush!” I chided her, nodding to the nursery. “It’s late, Trish!” “Oops!” she whispered, hand to her mouth. “Ghost kids go to bed early? Do they actually sleep?” “You should ask them yourself tomorrow morning. Early. Cause I’m waking you up at seven tops.” “What? You crazy? My religion forbids it. Waking up before ten is a deadly sin.” “Suit yourself. The celebs are arriving at nine.” She narrowed her eyes like I’d just stabbed her in the back, shook her head and slouched back to her room, grumbling under
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