Forgotten Ghosts by Cass Kay

Author:Cass Kay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cassandra Johnson

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It Ain't Funny

A blue-white light blinded Vianna for half a second before James pointed his camera at the dirt.

“Vianna,” he squeaked, pushing up his night vision goggles. His two ghost-hunting buddies stood behind him. They wore matching crumpled, black cargo pants and t-shirts. Radio static sputtered in bursts from somewhere Vianna couldn’t quite place, and small red lights flashed from a far corner.

Dee stepped into the cavern. “I guess we can scratch Google witches from the list.”

“Google witches?” Liam echoed.

Grayson looked between them. “You know each other?”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here.” James rushed forward, his hands filled with a camera and large microphone. Cords spilled at his feet, right on top of a summoning circle spray-painted in construction orange in the dirt. “Not that it’s bad. I’m glad you’re here.”

Vianna stopped with her toes just outside the circle. She stared down. “What exactly are you guys doing?” There was no way this group had summoned a full brothel of ghosts. Or had they?

“Our show.” James gave an uneasy smile. “Ghost Exposure. Remember?”

“Not the brightest,” Liam mumbled under his breath.

Dee walked around the circle from the outside, stopping at a mess of chicken wire strung between two metal poles, with solar panels at the base. “What is that?”

“Professional equipment. It’s complicated.” Liam raised his hand to stop the multitude of questions no one was asking. “Has to do with electromagnetic fields detecting ghosts. We’ve got this under control.”

“So this is one of those ghost-hunting shows?” Grayson was playing catch-up. “Do you have a city permit to film down here?”

James and Liam slunk back, but Ruby spoke up. “Legally, we’ve done nothing wrong. We were given access to a private tunnel entrance by the property owner. I looked it up. It’s legal.”

That explained what Ashley was hiding, but why she’d risk Tuck’s wrath by involving the shop was a mystery. There had to be something in it for her.

“That doesn’t give you full access to the entire tunnel system to do whatever you want,” Grayson said. “It doesn’t work that way. Let’s head back up and straighten this out.”

“Vie.” Dee pointed to the middle of the circle. “Isn’t that one of yours?”

In the center of the spray-painted circle was a fat pillar candle with specks of color in the wax. Vianna tilted her head, narrowing her eyes to look more closely. She knew that candle, every part of it. The black was tourmaline, the drops of red were her blood, and the grit was granules of dirt from the jar of cemetery dirt she’d taken with her when she ran. The only unfamiliar part was the delicate chain wrapped around the outside of the glass jar.

The candle had been an experiment when she lived in Boston. Spelled candles had been around for centuries, and normally she wouldn’t be able to instantly identify hers, but that candle had been unique. She’d been trying to make a spell to repel ghosts. It’d been her first attempt, and without a grimoire or proper help, the candle went awry.

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