So You Had to Build a Time Machine by So You Had to Build a Time Machine (epub)

Author:So You Had to Build a Time Machine (epub)
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2020-08-01T15:05:48+00:00

7

The mantel clock in the living room of the Sanderson Murder House ticked away and Cord hadn’t returned.

“This sucks,” the guy in the KCFD T-shirt said.

Most of the people who’d paid for the tour stayed. At about 8:15, the man in the business suit announced he was going to get his “damn money back” and stormed out of the house, trying to slam the screen door behind him. It didn’t work. Two people agreed immediately and followed him out. Two more waited about five minutes before leaving. The rest stayed. The mother and her son, the nurse, and the tall woman who never smiled, among them. The guy in the fire department shirt just thought things sucked.

“Do you know when he’s going to get here?” he asked Tamara.

Tamara resigned herself to the fact that she hadn’t gotten Cord’s phone number, and she’d been the one to let them all in. It was now her tour. “I don’t know,” she said, standing and walking to the window, the sun gone, the glow of the streetlights and neighboring houses painting the night outside gray. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon. And it’s worth it. Believe me, I’ll never forget Friday night, ever.”

“Is that when Tommy Sanderson appeared in the hallway?” a plump young man asked. He leaned against the wall drinking a Pepsi Tamara was sure he’d taken from Cord’s refrigerator and hadn’t paid for.

“Yes. The lights on the EMP, EMCEE, EMF, whatever meter went all crazy, the hallway made a crackling sound and smelled like someone had just sprayed Febreze.” Tamara stopped, realizing everyone in the room was now staring at her. “Then Tommy Sanderson fell right out of the air and landed in the hallway.”

An ‘ooooh’ came from somewhere in the room.

“Here,” Tamara said, pulling out an icebreaker from every college class she’d ever taken. “While we wait, let’s introduce ourselves. When I point to you, please give us your name, where you’re from, and why you’re here.” She almost asked what year they were in but caught herself. She pointed at the guy in the KCFD shirt, who smiled and nodded.

“Garry Hawkins, originally from Orrick, Missouri,” he said, his voice deep, but friendly. “I watch all those ghost shows on cable. I just wanted to see one for myself.”

The nurse was next. “Carrie Franklin. I was here on Friday when the fireworks happened, like Tamara.” She waved at Tamara and mouthed ‘hi.’ “I’m from Independence, and I saw the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life right in this house. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since that night.”

Tamara smiled at her. The nurse’s testimony the sort of thing a witness says to convince a jury. They’ll stay. She pointed at the tall woman next, whose frown deepened.

“I’m Susan Meek,” the woman said, the reluctance to talk clearly audible. She crossed her arms and glared at Tamara. “My last name was Sanderson in 1984. I was away at college on September 19 when my father killed the rest of my family in this house.

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