Ghouls Night Out by Terri Garey

Author:Terri Garey [Garey, Terri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780062184139
Publisher: Avon Impulse
Published: 2011-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

The One-Stop Body Shop was a dump, but it was a dump that sent a chill down my spine, and not just because of the name.

It was a garage like many other garages, a run-down building with three big dented and rusty steel doors closed and padlocked against thieves, a small office with glass windows overlooking a dirt parking lot that held four cars and one pickup truck.

Randy’s pickup truck.

What sent a chill down my spine was the big retention pond in the field beside it, and the way the moonlight glistened on the slick, oily surface of the water. Once there’d been a chain-link fence surrounding the pond—now there were just a few sections left, sagging and covered with kudzu vines.

It hadn’t been hard to follow Randy here. We’d had a guide, after all. Now that Michelle’s spirit knew and remembered what had happened to her, she had no trouble directing us down the main roads to the One-Stop.

I was worried about her, though. Other than a few sparse words telling me when to turn and where, which I’d relay to Joe, she said nothing. Her eyes looked haunted, which was weird, considering she was the one doing the haunting.

“This is it,” Michelle said, as we drove slowly past. “He has a room in the back.”

I looked at Joe, nodding, and he pulled over to the side of the road beneath some trees a few hundred yards away.

“This is a really bad idea, Nicki.” Joe put the car in park a little harder than he needed to. He glanced in the back seat, which to him must’ve appeared empty. “I mean, what are we gonna do, go in and make a citizen’s arrest or something? We have no proof this guy did anything except assault you in the parking lot; no proof he murdered anybody.” He checked the back seat again, a little self-consciously. “I mean, I’m sorry for your friend Michelle, but we’re out of our league here.”

“If we find Michelle’s body, that’s all the proof we’ll need,” I argued.

“You won’t find me,” Michelle said hollowly. “Not without scuba gear.”

I was trying hard not to look at Michelle any more than I needed to—ever since she’d seen Randy at the bar she looked more and more like a corpse, and less like the college girl she’d once been. Her dark hair hung in damp rat-tails, and her skin had taken on a greenish tint.

“She’s in the pond,” I said to Joe. “Maybe we can find her car or something, get the police to come out and investigate.”

Michelle spoke up again, sounding more despondent by the minute. “The car’s in the pond, too. Everything’s down there.” She was staring out the window, toward the garage.

“We have to do something.” I was beginning to get annoyed with her attitude. Here we were trying to help her, and she was giving up before we’d even begun. “Do you want him to get away with this?” I would’ve reached out and given her a good shake if she’d been real.

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