The Curse of the Ghost (The Cursed Book 3) by Marie O'Regan

Author:Marie O'Regan [O'Regan, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Hersham Horror Books
Published: 2015-03-03T05:00:00+00:00

He was roused by a shout from the back door, and opened his eyes to see an amused Lily staring at him from the sofa. The TV was still showing her sitcom, and she seemed much happier than she had in the last few weeks. He started, thinking for a moment that he’d surely spilt his tea all over his lap, but then he heard Lily laugh and saw the cup safely placed on the coffee table alongside her own.

“Sorry,” he said. “Must have dropped off.”

“It’s Nigel.”

He blinked, tried to process what she was saying, but it didn’t seem to make any sense. “What?”

Lily sighed, and tried again. “Nigel. He’s calling you.”

Darren blinked and sat up, then registered Nigel shouting again. “Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith! I need to show you something!”

He didn’t sound happy. Darren managed a strangled “Coming!”, then hauled himself out of the armchair and rubbed his eyes, trying to rout the last traces of sleep.

“Do you want to come?” He was pretty sure Lily would say no, but figured she’d be annoyed if he didn’t at least ask her.

Her eyes widened, and she stared nervously at him for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

He tried not to show his surprise, and smiled at her before heading for the back door. Darren was dimly aware of Lily padding down the hall behind him, her footfall so light he could barely hear it.

Nigel was standing at the back door, one hand holding it open, the other on his hip. He was sweating, and extremely red in the face – although whether that was a result of working in the sunshine or anger at his apparent deafness, Darren couldn’t be sure.

“I was calling you,” the man said, his tone abrupt.

“Sorry,” Darren answered. “I must have dozed off for a moment.”

“Hmph,” the man said, and no more. He might as well have shouted “it’s alright for some”, Darren thought, his disgust was so plain to see.

“Anyway,” Nigel went on. “I’ve found something.”

With that he was gone, striding up the garden towards his discovery. As Darren followed he could see how hard the man had been working; the overgrown mix of grass, rushes and weeds was gone, piled high to either side of the lawn’s edge. In their place was a neat lawn, with what looked like a roughly circular planked area in the middle. The planks were dark and rotten, and there was a smell seeping out from underneath. The air stank of something rotten, or of a blocked drain nearby. It was foul.

“Odd place for a deck,” Darren ventured, and was rewarded with a snort from the gardener.

“Ain’t a deck,” he said, his tone supplying the ‘stupid’ that was missing from the sentence. “It’s covering something up, innit.”

“Is it?”

“’Course it is.” He moved forward, grabbed the nearest plank and heaved.

The smell of putrefaction swelled, a cloud of rank air roiling towards them in seconds. Darren heard Lily gag, and turned to see if she was okay – she had her hand

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