Dead Spooky by Boone Brux

Author:Boone Brux
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Humor, Urban Fantasy, Grim Reaper, Ghost stories, Spiritual, Halloween
Publisher: Boone Brux
Published: 2016-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Her image hovered at the end of the hall, her hand extended again, beckoning me to her. But this time she didn’t look so scared. I didn’t move. No way was I going to chase after a ghost without my scythe. “Wait there.” I held up my finger. “I’ll be right back.”

I pivoted and ran to the lobby which was pretty amazing considering there weren’t a lot of things that could induce me to run. My scythe had compacted back into the cylinder and rested next to the concession counter.

“You’re back.” Eddie stopped polishing the mirrored surface. “Is it because you got in trouble?”

“Nope just forgot something.” I snatched the black cylinder from the floor and re-hooked it to my belt loop. “No time to talk.”

He called out something to my departing back, but I ignored him, not wanting to keep Carolyn Turner waiting. I sped past the dressing room and rounded the corner, skidding to a stop. My adrenaline rush dwindled. “Damn,” I uttered to the empty corridor. “Miss Turner?” I inched my way down the hall, stopping to peer into the open rooms. “Miss Turner, are you here?”

No answer. Remembering Nate’s warning, I gave up the search and booked it back, pausing just outside the dressing room. Maybe Miss Turner had wanted to show me something in one of the rooms. That would be a good place to continue our search for Parker.

“Did you get it?” Nate called from inside.

“Yeah.” After taking one last look down the hall, I stepped inside and patted the cylinder. “It was right where I left it.”

“At least something went right tonight.” Nate pushed to his feet. “We need to get moving. We’re running out of time.”

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” He seemed steady on his feet and the glazed look in his gaze had been replaced by determination. Poor Parker, the ghost had no idea what he was in for when Nate got ahold of him. “We can afford a couple more minutes.”

“I’m tired of sitting.” He headed toward the door. “Let’s check out the rooms down this hallway.”

“About that.” I hesitated. “I just saw Carolyn Turner again—at the end of the hall.”

His eyebrows lifted, and he smiled. “That must’ve been hard, Carron.”

Even though I was fairly certain I wouldn’t like his answer, I stilled myself and asked. “What was hard?”

“Deciding to retrieve your scythe instead of chasing her ghost.”

“You have no idea. If it had been anything besides my scythe, I would’ve chased her down. Even that big ass bag of Halloween candy would have taken a backseat to finding out what Carolyn Turner wanted.”

“Wow, ghost over junk food.” His smile spread. “It’s good to know you can exercise common sense when needed.”

“Don’t bank on that. I could go rogue at any second depending on my blood sugar level or time of the month.”

“Too much information. But good to know.”

Figuring he neither needed nor wanted my help, I pushed past him and took the lead. Once in the hallway, I pointed toward the end.

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