Bloody Moor: A Ghost Story (Taryn's Camera Book 8) by Rebecca Patrick-Howard

Author:Rebecca Patrick-Howard
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Mistletoe Press
Published: 2017-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

“IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN A GHOST,” Taryn declared stubbornly. “He was definitely real. I could even see the droplets of water shaking off his head.”

Miriam clucked her tongue and gave the area rug another beating with the handle of the wooden broom. “Sorry love,” she said. “It was a ghost. You saw Hensley.”

“Who?” Nicki asked. She was looking pale and had been complaining of her stomach pain all day. She claimed that she’d had too many beers out with Shawn the night before, but Taryn was concerned.

“Hensley Powell,” Miriam answered. “He lived here during Iona’s time. Was herding animals right there where you saw him. One escaped and he chased it. Landed himself in the lake, he did, and drowned. It was right before little Belle.”

Nicki let out a low whistle and Miriam laughed.

“It was a dark, cold night when it happened,” she added, “much like it was last night.”

“What kind of animals?” Taryn asked. She tried to remember his arms and what he had been doing. She’d thought he was waving to whoever chased her; perhaps he’d been herding. Or, worse, perhaps he’d been reenacting his death and his troubled splashes before his demise. She trembled at the thought.

“Pardon?”

“You said he was herding animals. I just wondered what kind.”

“Don’t know,” Miriam replied. She began rolling the rug up to take it back inside. Taryn hopped off the bench and began helping her. Together, they rolled it as tightly as they could and then Miriam lifted it, as though it weighed not more than a feather, and slung it over her shoulder. It was so long that it came within inches of touching the ground on both ends but Miriam didn’t appear to be struggling.

“The story changes,” she explained. “Sometimes it’s sheep, sometimes cows and horses. So it goes with legends. It’s not the details that are important, love. Details can change over time. It’s the moral of the story.” With that, she turned and went back inside the house.

“You saw a ghost!” Nicki cried with glee. She looked like a little girl on Christmas morning. Taryn half expected her to slap her hands together. “That’s exciting anyhow.”

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Taryn asked tentatively.

“Well, of course I do,” Nicki replied. “I’ve seen them myself a time or two.”

Taryn was about to press further, but just then Shawn slipped out the front door and joined them at the foot of the stairs. “You talking haunted houses?” he asked.

He slung his arm around Taryn’s shoulder in a companionable manner and she smiled. She’d only known them for a week yet already felt like they were old friends. Her phone calls to Matt had been filled with nothing but stories about things the two of them had said and done. She didn’t think he found the anecdotes amusing.

Nicki nodded. “Yep. Taryn saw a ghost last night!”

Taryn could feel herself blushing. “Well, maybe,” she hedged. “It certainly looked real enough. I thought it was a man.”

“I saw one here myself,” Shawn said nonchalantly.

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