Shadowkeeper by Debra Glass

Author:Debra Glass
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Eight

“Please,” Amy beseeched as she planted the toe of her foot in the doorway of the Florence Funeral Home. “I’ve driven all the way from Nashville.” She poked out her bottom lip, batted her eyelashes until her eyes teared and flashed her best sad puppy look—the one that always worked on her when Boo did it.

The meek-looking employee blew out a sigh. He ran his fingers nervously through his short gray hair. “Well, I’m really not supposed to let anyone in after hours but if you keep your visit brief…” His voice had the hushed timbre of a librarian’s.

“Oh I’ll keep it brief. I promise.” She tried not to appear too thrilled. After all, she was here to view the corpse of her favorite uncle. It wouldn’t do to seem happy about it.

He swung the wide door open and allowed her to come inside. The only lights in the place were the security night lights which cast a dim, dismal glow over the stately funeral home furnishings and scarlet carpet patterned with the same gold fleur-de-lis designs she’d seen all over Florence. The sweet and unmistakable fragrance of carnations permeated the chilly air. If she couldn’t pick up a spirit presence here, she might as well forget ever being psychic again.

Amy shivered deliciously.

Spirits! The place was full of them and the best part—she could actually feel them.

But why could she sense them and not Eddie?

She half expected the employee to say “walk this way” before striding off with a limp but he merely motioned for her to follow him. Her gaze swept the other darkened hallways and shadowed alcoves as she followed the khaki-clad fellow down a long corridor.

When he’d opened the door, the timid little man had looked at her askance, taking in her disheveled appearance. Amy knew, besides being irreparably ripped, the front of her skirt was stained with Alabama red clay and bits and pieces of fallen leaves. She’d tried her best to brush the dirt off her hands but they too evidenced the crimson-colored clay.

She shuddered, trying to shake off the memory of the dark spirit in the cemetery.

She couldn’t believe William would hurt her but he’d definitely scared her.

There was no mistaking the voice and the warning behind it.

She lifted her gaze from the carpet and gasped when she suddenly saw a gray-haired woman wearing a navy blue dress lurking near the partially open doorway to one of the viewing rooms. The name on the plaque outside read “C. Johnson” and Amy didn’t doubt the woman’s physical body lay in a casket on the other side of the door .

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The funeral home employee strolled blissfully right past the lady without paying her any notice.

“Hey,” the woman called when she noticed Amy could obviously see her.

Amy ignored her and kept walking, training her eyes on the back of the funeral director’s staid blue cotton button-down. She shook off the willies and resisted the temptation to glance back at the ghost.

A wave of guilt welled but she didn’t have time to bother playing secretary to a dead woman.

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