Escape from Heartland: A Contemporary Paranormal Romance, Ghost Story: A Heartland Cove County Romance by Jacquie Gee

Author:Jacquie Gee [Gee, Jacquie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazemo Books
Published: 2017-08-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Jayden

“Okay, so, now that they’re coming,” I tell the air in the dining room. “What do I need to know? I have the list, but is there anything more?” I flick my gaze toward the ceiling. Mr. Edgar hasn't shown himself in a day or so, not since our last encounter. Though he has been visiting me regularly in my sleep, filling my head full of all kinds of notes. Most of which, I don’t have any clue what they mean. But at least he’s trying to communicate.

“They should be here in about,” I check my watch, “fifteen minutes.”

I immediately go into panic mode. Why am I so nervous, for goodness sakes? I haven’t been this off my game since I asked Penny Pickler to senior prom.

I draw a breath and run a hand through my hair, and do one last check. Candles. Silverware. Fine China. Check. Flowers! Oh, my gosh, the flowers. I forgot the flowers.

I clap my hands to the sides of my head.

He said fresh cut flowers. I start running, heading for the back door. I stumble out into the garden searching for azaleas. For some reason, it has to be azaleas.

I race back in to get scissors and knock over a dining room chair. It spins and topples to the floor. I stop, double back, and flip it upright, going over the old superstition in my head.

Chair flips over means someone’s coming to dinner.

I suppose that’s harmless, right?

Considering, I am expecting guests.

That is the superstition, isn’t it?

I rack my memory trying to remember. I should be able to recite them. Old Mrs. Weatherhead from the foster home where I was raised used them enough times as I grew up. Though, honestly, I did my best to ignore her.

I stopped in the archway to smooth down my nerves. Again, I don’t know why am so rattled. I hold out my hands. I’m completely shaking. My breath is coming in heaves. Look, I tell myself, they’ll come for dinner, the old man will do his thing, and then you’ll find the answers you’ve come for. It’s as simple as that.

Then why does it feel like I’m on a date? I scratch my head.

Laughter rolls through the attic rafters.

“It’s not funny,” I shout at the ceiling.

The laughter rumbles around my head.

‘Look, you’d just better be ready to reveal yourself when they get here!” I holler at it. “No more of this, whispering sweet nothings, in my ears as I sleep!”

The entity thinks that’s funny, and I raise a fist in frustration.

“This may all be fun and games to you, but it’s serious work to me!” I shout.

The sound dissipates, drifting from the room, replaced by its former silence.

“Oh, great, I’ve ticked him off.” The breeze rustles the edge of the curtains as it flutters past. “No, don’t go!” I chase after it. “Don’t go. Stay, please!” I holler out the window. “You’d better be back in 15 minutes!” I shout at the entity’s tail.

"Nothing like trying to tame an ornery ghost.

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