Haunted Collection Box Set by Ron Ripley

Author:Ron Ripley [Ripley, Ron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ScareStreet.com
Published: 2019-03-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32: Finishing the Tale

“What are we doing here?” Victor asked, as Jeremy closed the front door.

“We need a place to stay,” Jeremy replied, passing him, “and we need to know what happened here.”

Victor followed the older man into the sitting room and looked around, uncomfortable. He had seen far too much blood since Erin’s death, and the large stain on the floor spoke of Leanne’s suffering.

“Did you ever learn which neighbor helped her?” Victor asked, stepping around the vulgar reminder and sitting down.

Jeremy eased himself into the same chair Leanne had occupied on Victor’s first visit and sighed.

“I did not. The man appears to wish to remain anonymous,” Jeremy said. “From what I understand this neighbor saw someone leave who didn’t seem to fit in. On a hunch, this neighbor went to the front door, found it unlocked, and went in. He was the one who called 911, and helped save her life. Evidently, he was a navy corpsman in Afghanistan. He kept her alive until paramedics arrived and were able to take her to the hospital.”

“Good God,” Victor said, sighing. “It’s amazing.”

Jeremy nodded his head in agreement.

“So,” Victor said after a moment, “if we know all of this, why did you say we need to know what happened here?”

Jeremy gave him a small smile. “Because that’s not the entire tale. Why was the Korzhs’ son here? What did he take, if anything? How did he find her?”

“I don’t know,” Victor confessed.

“And neither do I,” Jeremy said. “All we can do is wait.”

“Wait for what?” Victor asked.

Jeremy looked uncomfortable and said, “Let us leave it at ‘we need to wait.’”

“That’s a pretty cryptic statement,” Victor said, frowning. “I know, it’s meant to be. But knowing doesn’t make it any better. How long are we going to have to wait?”

“Not long,” Jeremy said, glancing at his wristwatch. “Sometime after nightfall, if I remember correctly.”

Victor wanted to press the man more on the issue, but he let it be. Instead, he slid down a little in the chair, rested his head against the back of it and closed his eyes. He was exhausted, and what little sleep he usually got was fitful, shattered by nightmares of Erin’s death.

As he folded his arms across his chest, Victor sighed. Sleep tugged at him, and he attempted to allow his breath to even out. He felt the world slip away as he moved deeper towards unconsciousness. The room had a strong smell of black tea to it, with an underlying coppery scent.

Victor tried not to remember his own bed, with the comforting sounds and movements of Erin beside him. With his eyes still closed he asked, “Will you wake me up when whatever you’re waiting for shows up?”

“I certainly will,” Jeremy replied, a bitter humor in his voice, “but I doubt you’ll need me to.”

Victor tried to ask why, but exhaustion swept over him and carried him away to a fitful sleep.

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