Ellie Jordan, Ghost Trapper by JL Bryan

Author:JL Bryan [Bryan, JL]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-09-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

As soon as we were done, I texted Anna to tell her about it. It was approaching one in the morning, but Stacey and I had no particular desire to spend the rest of the night camped out in the old foyer, even though the room felt much warmer, lighter, and less oppressive. If Anna was asleep, she’d wake up in the morning with an explanation on her phone about what had happened and why we were gone.

Anna was still awake, it turned out. She and Dale met us in the east wing kitchen, Anna in a cashmere bathrobe, Dale unapologetically dressed in an old tank t-shirt and boxer shorts, which wasn’t the prettiest sight in the world.

We sat at the kitchen table, our clients glancing between the empty-looking glass that we’d set out like a centerpiece and Stacey’s laptop, where they watched our struggle to capture the ghost. Anna was pale, her hand covering her mouth, shaking her head.

“That looks terrifying,” she whispered.

“I don’t see anything.” Dale flicked his finger against the clear plastic shell of the trap. “Kind of looks like an emperor’s new clothes situation to me.”

“You shouldn’t have any more trouble with her,” I said. “Your doors will stay closed at night now.”

“They’d better,” Dale grumbled. “What’s this going to cost me?”

“We’ll send you an invoice in a few days,” I told him. “That’ll be long enough for you to see that Mercy is gone.”

“Lexa will be so happy,” Anna said. “I feel relieved. Thank you so much.”

Dale tilted the ghost trap back and forth, frowning, as if trying to shake up the ghost. He froze when a tendril of pale mist flickered inside, visible only for a few seconds before vanishing. He looked up at me with a bleach-white face, and I wondered what he’d seen from his angle.

It must have been more than a glimpse of white vapor, because he let go of the trap and leaned away from it.

“Get it out of here,” he whispered. “I don’t want to see it anymore.”

“No problem.” I stood, and Stacey stood with me. “We’ll just gather up our things and go.”

“Good.” Dale walked to the refrigerator and cracked open a can of beer. “Sooner the better.”

“What will you do with…the ghost?” Anna asked as I lifted the trap from the table. It was labeled with red tape and black marker—MERCY CUTLEDGE, plus the current date.

“We have a disposal method,” I said. “She’ll be very far from here. We’ve never had a recurrence of the same ghost after removing it. You can rest easy.”

“It was so nice to meet all of you,” Stacey said. “Tell Lexa we said bye. Such a sweet girl.”

“I will.” Anna gave a weary smile.

Dale chugged down at least half his beer, then stared coldly at us. I understood. He hadn’t wanted to believe his house was haunted—he was more comfortable with the idea that his wife and daughter were going crazy. Now that it was over, he wanted us to get the heck of out his life so he could get back to pretending none of it had happened.

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