Ghost House (Soul Mate - Book One) by Richard Crawford

Author:Richard Crawford [Crawford, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Horror, Ghosts, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban
Amazon: B005JSIXKM
Published: 2011-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

I don't know how long I stare into the canal. But eventually some kids come by and I feel a bit daft hanging around. I head home but I don't go back through the park; I'm still afraid of meeting Suki.

I wander through a maze of bridges and paths until I come to the meadow. The river's wide and flat here. The meadow is huge, a common area where horses and cows graze. It's busy with dog walkers and joggers all of them caught up and busy with their lives. The town sits on the horizon, all spires and prettiness, like nothing bad could ever happen there.

The same stuff is going round and round my in head. But I tell myself to get over it; the ghosts are just ghosts. What difference does it make to me what their life was like. This thing of trying to look out for their loved ones hasn't made anything better. I never cared before. I need to stop being such a fucking drama queen. And Danny's dead, end of, nothing I can do about it now.

I don't exactly convince myself.

When I get home the house is empty, so no one gives me a hard time about why I look like shit. I stand in the shower for half an hour. Then I sit on the sofa and watch TV, but there's no way I can cope with Noel Edmonds. I go out and catch a bus back to town.

I think of going to work to be around the guys. But I need to do something that might help me understand what's going on with the ghosts. So I head to the library. The study centre is on the top floor. It's quiet, full of mysterious filing cabinets and computers. A handful of retired folk are huddled over screens, researching their family history or something. They may be old but they all seem to know what they're doing. I feel a bit of a dick when I have to head for the helpdesk.

The lady's on the phone, explaining about baptism records. Every time it looks like she's done, the caller comes back with another question. I'm starting to think this was a bad idea. But when she gets of the phone, she's really helpful. She tells me they keep all the local papers going back years. She explains that for the last eight months or so they've got the actual papers so I won't have to deal with the microfiche machine. She says I need to fill in a yellow slip to request papers. I ask for the weekly local paper for the last eight months.

She gives me a bit of a funny look and asks where I want to start. I go for three months ago. I figure the ghosts don't come straight back, but the flowers weren't that old. She gives me another sideways look, parks me at a station well away from the serious old guys, and goes off to get the papers.

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