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Excerpt from Night of the Loving Dead
The rumors said the walls bled, which was
enough to intrigue Madeline. She’d never seen anything like that, and if there
was even a slight chance to see something like that, she was in. Most of the
time, their little band of paranormal researchers spent their time stumbling
around in the dark.
Nothing popped out of the inky blackness when
they searched, unless she counted the occasional startled and unhappy raccoon. On
really unlucky days, they might scare a skunk… not an experience she wanted to
repeat.
No noises she couldn’t explain, even if
Drew—her recent ex, and the leader of their misfit bunch—liked to romanticize
everything. Every creak of old wood, every moan of wind through cracked windows,
every inexplicable orb of light in their pictures were proof to him of life
beyond the grave.
Madeline took a bit more convincing.
Her best friend, Layla, insisted that her
disbelief was reason enough to leave the society and stop wandering around in
the middle of the night seeking proof of the unknown, but Madeline didn’t see
it that way. She went ghost hunting with the society because she wanted there to be something more. There
had to be. Something other than waking up to go to work and paying bills.
Something more than growing old and facing death. Something special. Something
magical.
Besides, Madeline suffered from insomnia
since she was a kid, so it wasn’t like she had something better to do at two
o’clock in the morning. It was after her shift at the gas station—cashier, super fancy gig, right?—ended,
so it wasn’t like she could work or do something else with the hours she spent
wandering around abandoned buildings and anywhere else that might be haunted.
The road to the old mansion was overgrown
and pitted, so they’d only made it partway down it in the car before they had
to strike out on foot. A little walking never bothered Madeline, but Drew
bothered her. When she’d first broken up with him—because lackluster sex wasn’t
enough to make her keep dealing with his bullshit and drama—he’d tried to hook
up with Cammie, another of their little society. Cammie wasn’t into him so
much, but she wasn’t a great friend to Madeline, so for a bit…they’d had a
thing. Madeline thought they still were together, at least as far as she knew. That
led Carter, the last of their group, to think he should hit on her.
Nope.
No way, no how. Been there, didn’t get a tee shirt. There is no way I am
hooking up with anyone else in the society. This is my recreation and curiosity
time. I’m not wasting it pretending to feel something for someone.
Because that was what relationships had
become to her. Pretend. It didn’t seem anything enough anymore. Like she’d
built up a tolerance to relationships and couldn’t get that emotional payoff
others enjoyed.
Whatever.
Enough introspection. Back to bloody walls.
Supposedly the old mansion had so many
ghosts, people had actually died of fear when they tried to stay one night
there. One person claimed they knew someone scared so badly, they never spoke
again. All in all, it really was sort of the typical urban myth laden kind of
thing the group chased down. But this one felt different, somehow. Like her
skin was awake, each tiny hair on her arms feeling the breeze in a way they
hadn’t before. Distant lightning illuminated the beast of a structure as they
approached, making it look like black teeth gnawing at a storm tossed sky.
“Could you keep up? It is going to start
raining on us if we don’t get a move on,” Drew complained. Since Madeline was
about two feet behind him, his whining tone and stupid words were even more
grating than normal.
“You don’t even know if this place has a
roof, or if whatever roof it has is even waterproof. Rushing in isn’t a
guarantee we’ll stay dry. Not to mention, aren’t we supposed to take in the
ambiance around the building as well as within?” she asked.
“Whatever,” he said, shaking his head. His
flashlight beam shifted swiftly, blinding her as he shined it right in her
eyes.
Dick.
Bag of dicks. Limp bag of dicks, Madeline thought
spitefully.
“We do need to hurry,” Cammie agreed.
“Even if the ceiling isn’t great, it still will provide some protection for the
equipment.”
Madeline snorted. If the haunting was real, we shouldn’t need equipment. That was her
big beef with their group and other paranormal research teams she’d seen on
television. If the ghosts were real, and they were interacting with their
plane, why would they need temperature gauges and other stuff to recognize they
were here? A good ghost should be like the old horror movies—in your face,
pea-spitting, and obviously nasty.
But then again, they did say she was a
perverse little beastie.
Even with them rushing her, though, she
paused at the grand staircase leading up to the doors to enter the mansion. She
couldn’t help it, something drove her to look up at the windows. Well, what was
left of the windows. It looked like someone had busted out most of them and
some were replaced with bits of plywood, but on the upper floors…some glass
remained, reflecting the latest flash of lightning.
A second after the flash, for a brief
second, she saw red eyes. Glowing red orbs, set in what looked like the oval of
a face, looking right back at her.
Madeline blinked fast as rain began to
pelt her. The face was gone, so it could’ve been her imagination. It could’ve
been just the lightning messing with her eyes, like the after effect of a
camera flash or something entirely natural. But her excitement ramped. Maybe
tonight they really would find proof of something Other...
Fairies, lies, and denial. Lily's life will never be the same.
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