Ghosted on the Gulf Coast (Gulf Coast Paranormal Trilogy Book 1) by M.L. Bullock

Author:M.L. Bullock [Bullock, M.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-05-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine—Cassidy

Our last trip through the Crescent Theater didn’t stir up a thing. Not even a quiver on the EMF detector. I knew there was a presence around us, and Sierra said she counted three, but we just couldn’t make them appear. No matter how much we coaxed or antagonized, nobody came out to play. But my back burned, reminding me that I had indeed contacted the spirit world. It felt like someone had thrown hot water on me, only ten times worse. But I kept my game face on.

During our walk back in, Sierra let me know she wasn’t happy with the way things had gone earlier. “In no way do I want you to put yourself in danger again, Cassidy. No provoking Estella or whoever or whatever is lingering here. Let’s keep things cool.”

“All right,” I agreed. I didn’t want to experience ever again what I had gone through earlier. But the point was kind of moot. Nothing else happened.

We headed home around two. Midas made us all promise to show up early ready to review the tapes and recordings. He and I were careful not to touch one another or appear too friendly, but I could sense Sierra watching us. At one point she even whispered to me, “You guys are so cute.”

I played dumb, but I couldn’t help but press my lips together to prevent an obvious smile. She patted my back and then apologized when I winced in pain. “Oops. Forgot about your ghost wounds. You’re now an official paranormal investigator, with the wounds to prove it.”

“Nice, but I was happy with just a t-shirt. See you later.” I left the office behind and made the quick drive home. Ten minutes later I was in my apartment and getting ready for bed. I was exhausted and not accustomed to the late-night investigations. I didn’t know how these guys did it all the time and held down a day job too.

I fell asleep quickly, but it didn’t last long. I woke up with my back burning and my heart racing. I lay on my stomach and stared at the clock. 4:45. Way too early to be up. I’d had just a couple hours of sleep, and I was feeling it. I snuggled deeper into my bed, hoping weariness would usher me back to dreamland, but it didn’t happen. In fact, an image grew in my mind. Estella. She wasn’t on the stage but outside the theater on the other side of the street.

Sliding to the edge of the bed, I reached for my sleep shirt and shimmied back into it. I’d taken it off during the night because it hurt every time the material rubbed my scratch. The pain had diminished some now, thankfully. My feet searched for my slippers, and like a faithful servant I obediently walked to her canvas. With brush in hand I waited. I didn’t have to wait long.

*****

I stood across the street, hoping the dust from the road settled soon so that I might see my name being placed on the marquee.

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