The Ghost Files by Cheree Alsop

Author:Cheree Alsop [Alsop, Cheree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I opened my eyes and found myself standing. I blinked and realized I was in the cemetery again. The grass felt cold beneath my bare feet and the midnight breeze sent a chill across my arms. I glanced around at the sound of voices.

“Finn,” someone whispered to my right.

I spotted Alden crouched behind one of the tombstones. He motioned for me to join him. At the urgent look on his face, I did so. It took me a moment to realize why it seemed strange to see him. He was alone; the ghosts that had become his constant companions had apparently given him a break for a moment.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

He motioned for me to keep my voice down and whispered, “I saw you sleepwalking, so I followed you here.”

“Why are we being quiet?” I asked.

“Look,” he said. He pointed over the tombstone.

I rose up on my knees and looked where he indicated.

Professor Briggs sat on the grass with his bad leg stretched in front of him. Perched on her tombstone, Mezania smiled down at him. But when she tipped her head, moonlight reflected off of tears that trailed down her cheeks. When Briggs looked up at her, matching tears showed on his face.

“I want to be a ghost with you,” Briggs said, his voice thick with emotions. “You shouldn’t have to be there without me.”

“I want you to live,” Mezania replied. She bent down and set a ghostly hand on his cheek. Her fingers brushed through instead of touching him. “I want you to live for both of us.”

He shook his head as he held his cheek where her hand should have been. “I want to live where you live, even if that means we’re both ghosts.”

“You’re needed here,” Mezania said. “Your students need you.”

“I can’t do it without you,” Briggs replied.

“But you must,” Mezania told him, her voice breaking.

I felt horrible for overhearing such a personal conversation and knew that was why Alden was hiding. I slumped back down with my shoulders against the tombstone and gave him a sad look. The Grim nodded back with a sorrow-filled expression of his own.

I covered my ears to keep from overhearing more. My gaze drifted across the stones around us, then settled on one just over Alden’s shoulder. A scent touched my nose and my blood ran cold. I rose to my feet.

“Finn, what are you doing?” Alden hissed.

He tried to pull me back down, but my attention stayed locked on the tombstone. I glanced back to verify what I already knew.

“What is this?” I asked aloud.

“What are you doing here?” Briggs demanded.

I heard him rise from his place near Mezania.

“He, uh, sleepwalked and I followed him,” Alden said, fumbling over his words behind me.

“Stay away from Zanie,” Briggs told him in a growl. “Neither of you should be here.”

The professor grabbed my shoulder in a rough grip and tried to turn me around, but I refused to budge. I wish I had control of whatever werewolf strength made me so strong, but I didn’t.

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