Bertie's Book of Spooky Wonders by Ocelot Emerson

Author:Ocelot Emerson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: families, siblings, ghosts, sickness, adventure, spooky stories, scary stories, getting along, blended families
Publisher: Tantrum Books, Month9Books
Published: 2019-10-15T07:00:00+00:00

Room 555

Room Triple Cinco, also known as Room 555, was seven rooms down from Mac’s room.

Avoiding the Morton relatives, I slipped down the hall. Glancing back to make sure no one was eyeballing me, especially my mom, I put an ear to the door and listened. It was quiet, so I went inside.

Room 555 was empty except for a bed with clean sheets, a table, and a chair. My sunglasses were on the bed. How did they get there? I had never been in that room until right then. Someone must’ve wanted me to find them. A rush of joy caused me to clap and bounce like I had won the grand prize on a TV game show.

I could not remember the last time I had bounced.

Eager to talk to Better Bertie, I put on the sunglasses. But she wasn’t there.

Room 555 suddenly turned dark, except for a weak light near the ceiling.

A woman was lying on the bed, but I could hardly see her face.

A man with black hair was hunched over her, sobbing while holding her hand. They either didn’t see me, or they were ignoring me.

My chest tightened. The woman’s glow faded in and out. She was fading away. And I knew in that way people just know stuff, her light would soon be gone.

She was dying.

The man took the woman’s hand as I blurted, “Oh my God! Howard, is that you?” Yes, it was Howard Morton. He had a beard and wore different clothing, but it was definitely Howard.

Fortunately, he couldn’t hear me, for some reason. But who was the woman he was with?

“OH MY GOD!” I said even louder. An electrical charge ran from my feet to my hair when I realized who she was. The woman was Howard’s wife, Sandra. His dying wife, and Tabitha and Mac’s dying mom.

But how was I seeing something that had happened like three years ago? Had the glasses allowed me to time travel?

Smiling at Howard, Sandra said, “When I’m gone, you need to find someone.”

I gulped. Being there was uncomfortable, watching a private and life-changing moment. Part of me wanted to sneak away, but it was like my tennis shoes were glued to the floor.

“I can’t. I won’t,” Howard said. He leaned closer to his wife, then he sang an old love song to her. “Let me be the one you come running to … I want to spend my whole life with you.”

He didn’t make it any further. His voice caught.

“You’re still a terrible singer.” Sandra nearly laughed. I could tell she would’ve teased him some more had she not been in so much pain.

Her voice was weak, but it brimmed with warmth and compassion and love. “Howard, we only have a few moments left to go. Here’s the deal. You need to find a new love song to share with someone else.”

Howard shook his head. He clearly didn’t want to hear her words, but Sandra kept talking.

“Listen to me now. Our kids are about to lose

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