Haunted House - A Novel of Terror by Jack Kilborn & J.A. Konrath

Author:Jack Kilborn & J.A. Konrath [Kilborn, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2013-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

Deb

Mal was in much better spirits since Dr. Forenzi’s talk at supper, which was just in time for Deb’s mood to take a nose dive.

They passed co-dependency back and forth like two hobos sharing a cigar. So it was Deb’s turn to feel awful, and Mal’s to buoy her up.

But he’d gone out to ask the cop some questions, leaving Deb alone in her room.

Which was when a painting in the bedroom fell off the wall.

It scared the shit out of her, and when she went to look for him she found a convention of sorts in Tom’s room.

Now, first in line to be examined, she still hadn’t had the chance to tell Mal what had happened. The painting—a ghastly picture of a brooding southern gentlemen standing calmly in the middle of a storm—had dropped off the wall just as she was wiping the sweat off her stumps.

It could have been a coincidence. Or it could have been supernatural.

What was behind it didn’t matter. What mattered was Mal hadn’t been there for her, when she’d been there for him since the airport in Pittsburgh.

It wasn’t fair. So now she was coping with resentment as well as fear, and having to go in first made Deb even more on edge. Add in seeing herself on the hallway painting, and Deb wanted to either cry, rip all her hair out, or both.

“Tom’s partner disappeared here last week,” Mal said, whispering over Deb’s shoulder.

Deb sensed the worry in her husband’s voice. But she was worried, too. She needed him to be strong for a while. The fact that he wasn’t made her angry as well as scared.

“Deb, did you hear me?”

She turned around so fast that she lost her balance, which for Deb was about the most humiliating thing she could do. That Mal had to quickly reach out and steady her made it even worse.

“Leave me alone,” she said, teeth clenched and trying to pull away.

He recoiled like he’d just seen a snake. “Deb? What’s wrong?”

“It isn’t all about you, Mal. I’m hurting, too. I need support just like you do.”

“Deb, I—”

“I don’t need this right now.”

The door to the examination room opened, and a male voice from inside said, “Come in.”

Deb began to enter, but Mal held her back.

“Let go, Mal.”

“Let’s talk about this. We can let someone else cut ahead.”

“Let. Go.”

“At least let me go first so I can tell you what to expect. I know you hate doctors. Let me—”

Deb pulled away, wobbled into the room, and slammed the door behind her.

She immediately regretted her decision.

The exam room looked like it jumped off a postcard from the 1800s. The examination table was made of wood, with a cracked leather cushion, and metal arm rests with buckled straps. A dusty apothecary shelf, filled with old glass bottles, took up most of the left wall. Along the right wall were a desk, a water basin, and a shelf of moldering, leather-bound books. On the desk was some sort kind of organ—a human lung maybe—floating in a specimen jar of gray liquid.

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