The Ghost Files 2 (The Ghost Files - Book 2) by Baker Apryl

Author:Baker, Apryl [Baker, Apryl]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2014-01-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I groan and roll over onto my back. Did I hit my head? I open my eyes, but it’s too dark to see anything. The air is musty and stale. My bandages have come unraveled somehow so I can feel the loose dirt under my fingers. How did I get here? I was in the library and then…ohmygosh! I scramble up and bang my head against something. Pain explodes and I fall back down. Oww.

My knees protest when I push myself up and take a deep breath. I wrinkle my nose at the smell. It’s not too bad, though. I’ve been in worse places. The thing that concerns me the most at the moment is how and why I’m here. I was dragged out of the library by someone, but who? Or what? And are they down here, too?

It’s freezing, so I assume I’m not alone, but since Eli and Caleb tattooed me, I can’t hear the ghosts like I did. It’s frustrating and more than a little scary. As much as I hate what I can do, I rely on it to keep me safe, especially since I discovered they can cause me harm. Now I’m stuck with my ghost Spidey senses at half-mast. Not at all good. Not in this house.

“Hello?” I whisper.

Nothing, I hear nothing. I stand up slowly and walk with my hands out in front of me until I hit the wall. I move along the wall, looking for either a light switch or a door. The sooner I can find my way out of here, the better. The walls themselves are made of dirt, so I’m thinking I might not be in a basement but a cellar. A lot of old houses have them in addition to a basement. Back in the 1800s they were used to store things that needed to be in a cool dry place, like vegetables and sometimes even ice.

Wind catches my hair and blows it back. I stop and take a deep breath. It’s not the wind. There’s no wind down here. Plus there’s a stench. It’s an awful smell that makes me choke just a bit. Not nearly as bad as demon stink, but bad enough to make the contents of my stomach want to come back up. Just keep moving, Mattie, I tell myself. Keep moving. I start forward again, a little faster this time. Definitely not a nice ghost. I’m starting to pick up emotions and they are full of rage.

Fingers reach out and tickle up my arm, causing me to shiver. The cold seeps through my skin and settles into my bones. I’m shaking from cold when I force my feet to start moving again. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness and I can make out shapes. Not sure what they are, but I think I see steps a few feet in front of me.

More hands tug at me, twisting in my hair. Fear curls through me, but I refuse to panic. I just need to get up the stairs and out of this place.

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