Ghosts, Ghouls, and Haunted Houses by Carrie King & Caroline Clark

Author:Carrie King & Caroline Clark [King, Carrie & Clark, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CazClark.com
Published: 2019-07-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 44

Tiffany stared in horror as the beam of the flashlight illuminated the eye sockets of a skull. It was all her eyes could focus on for a moment and she thought that she would drop to her knees.

Had Wylie known it was here?

Then she heard him chuckle and he moved her hand splaying the light so it lit up the full skeletal remains of a woman.

Tiffany was gasping for breath once more but she took in the yellow old bones and the dust-encrusted, formerly burgundy full dress the woman had been wearing. It looked like a ball gown, with a low bosom, ruffles, full sleeves, and yards of fabric of the formerly full skirt —now lying flat against the bones of her legs.

"Guess who that is," Wylie said, his voice filled with humor.

Tiffany spun toward her husband, mouth opening and closing at the horror of the situation. His face was a mask of contempt and she stepped back. "Who?" was all she could manage.

"It’s none other than Beatrice herself, Greyfield’s wife," he said, his tone light-hearted, jovial almost.

Heart pounding, she frowned. "Why are we here and how in the world would you know that?"

He leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Because he told me."

Before his words even registered in her brain, Tiffany felt the shove in her back. This one didn’t burn but it knocked her off balance. Circling her arms she fell into the room. The flashlight jarred from her hands, landing close to the dead woman's skirt.

Tiffany kept her feet for a few more paces but then her foot came down on a bone. Shock traveled through her body raising the hair down her arms and she tried to jump away. Her balance gone, she was falling and she landed on her hands and knees, her face precariously close to a skeletal hand still wearing a garnet ring.

Fear had her scramble to reach for the flashlight and turn to face Wylie at the same time. Boy, was he going to get a piece of her mind.

The door slammed shut.

"Wylie!" she cried, panic swelling inside. "Wylie! What are you doing?"

To her horror, she heard only a laugh muffled through the heavy door.

"The Lord had the right idea. She might've murdered him, but he got his revenge. And so will I. This is where your secrets have gotten you, Tiffany, and now you're right where you belong. Here with the Lord’s dark secret.”

"Wylie!" she shrieked, lunging up from the floor and flinging herself against the door, pounding on it with her fists. "Wylie, this isn't funny! Let me out!"

"You want the key?"

She wasn't thinking. "Yes! Let me out!" her voice choked with panic, her heart pounding hard against her chest. The room was dark but for the sliver of torchlight, and her mind was spinning with disbelief. How could he do this?

Taking a breath, she knew it was just a trick. Just punishment and soon he would let her out.

“Let me out or give me the key,” she kept her voice as calm as she could and waited for the sound of the key in the lock.

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