Mortals: Heather Despair Book One by Leslie Edens

Author:Leslie Edens [Edens, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spectricity Books
Published: 2019-10-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The Other Side

A thin crack of light split the air, illuminating the bus interior. I shaded my eyes. Out of the crack popped Emmett’s disembodied head.

“Did you say something?” asked the head.

“Urgh,” I said, staring at the head. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

The light crack widened, and the rest of Emmett stepped out. His arms grasped his floating head and pulled it to rejoin his body. “I could have sworn I heard you say something. It sounded like—”

“Like what?” I squinted at him.

“Like ‘take me with you, Emmett! I want to see the other side!’” He regarded me from the corner of his eye. “Was that it?”

“Oh!” I had not said that. “No.”

“Oh.” Emmett’s face fell. “So, you don’t want to visit the other side?”

“Well . . .” I hadn’t said I didn’t want to visit it either. Maybe I had thought I wanted to visit. Maybe I had only wished, and somehow he heard it. Could a ghost hear a wish?

Cross over.

The tingling was back, in my fingers and toes, running up and down my spine. Yes. I wanted to. More than anything I’d ever wanted before. The other side—the place Dad came back from—surely the place Sam waited in the City of the Dead. I struggled to catch my breath.

“Yes!” I burst out at last.

“Oh,” said Emmett, still flat and disappointed. “You don’t want to.”

“No, no. I mean yes! I do! I do want to! Please?” I clutched my hands over my heart to convince him of how much I really did. Then I remembered the Paranormals. Trenton, Oskar, Lily. I hated to leave them—but what if this was my only chance to find Sam?

“Oh, you do want to? Then I shall escort you,” said Emmett. He flashed his huge grin. “I would have offered anyway, except I haven’t really picked up the place, but if you don’t mind a slight amount of ectoplasmic residue—I apologize in advance, though, for any spiders. They don’t really bother me, so I leave them where I find them.” He paced away from me, talking on and on. I cleared my throat.

“Oh! Off I go, then. Perhaps we shall meet again. Whatever your name was.” He swerved around and glided back, almost colliding with me in his haste to shake my hand.

“Heather. Aren’t you forgetting something?” I said.

“Probably. Happens all the time, now that I’m past my second millennium. I haven’t forgotten my name’s not Heather, though.” Emmett giggled. I stared at him because—well, I had never heard a ghost giggle.

“What?” I said. “Oh, never mind. Emmett, you said you’d escort me to the other side.”

“Oh, right!” A sunshine smile lit up his face, and my stomach fluttered. That smile!

“I forgot, but you needn’t worry. The agreements of the dead follow them. You might say it’s the one thing we take with us. If I agreed, it shall be done—even if I don’t remember doing it.” He speared the air with his tuning fork, then tucked it under his arm. “Coming?” Emmett held out his hand.

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