The Ghosts Of New Orleans (A PARANORMAL RESEARCH AND CONTAINMENT DIVISION (PRCD) CASE FILE) by Reid Terri

Author:Reid, Terri [Reid, Terri]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2010-10-09T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The narrowness of the stairs forced Eloise and Sally to climb them single-file. Eloise went first, shining the beam of her flashlight first down on the step in front of her and then to the side to ensure the tall narrow walls on either side were solid. Cracked plaster hung between the exposed beams, little had been done to cover up the original construction.

At the top of the stairs, Eloise found another door – this one heavier than the one below - with a wrought iron latch that had a large chain and bolt threaded through it.

“Someone didn’t want anyone upstairs,” Sally said, shining her flashlight on the door. She handed Eloise her small pick-ax.

“Go for it,” she said. “It’s probably rusted through anyway.”

Eloise maneuvered the pointed edge of the pick ax between the body and the arm of the lock. Then she pulled down with all of her might. The lock held, but the latch that was attached to the door splintered and pulled away.

“Do it again,” Sally encouraged.

Eloise lifted up and then once again pulled the pick-ax forcefully downward. Then latch gave way with a snap, hurtling Eloise past Sally down the staircase. Eloise grabbed for the railing. Splinters scraped her palms, but she held tight.

“Wow! Good catch,” said Sally, then turning she started up the remaining stairs. “Now, let’s see what we have here.”

She started to push open the door, when Eloise grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Sally jumped. “What?!?”

“Okay, wait. Before you open, let’s think of the person who locked this door,” Eloise said. “I don’t think that she was the kind that would just let you walk in if you happened to break the lock. Remember, she had a bad experience with that once before.”

Sally leaned back against the stairway wall. “You’re right, she probably has it booby trapped,” she said. “So, what do we do next?”

They thought about it for a moment. Then Eloise got an idea.

“Wait here,” she said, before turning and running down the stairs and back down the hall.

“Like there was anywhere else I’d go,” Sally called after her.

A few minutes later Eloise was back with the cherry washstand they had found in the first room.

“Okay, just what are you going to do with that?” Sally asked.

“Stand back and watch,” she said.

Eloise turned the stand on its side and holding on to the base, thrust the legs against the door, opening it wide. A large ax, anchored above the door, swung past the doorway. The ax crashed into the legs of the washstand, easily cutting through them with the weight and obvious sharpness of the blade. Sally blanched and leaned back against the wall.

“Remind me to thank you every day for the rest of my life.”

Eloise exhaled sharply. “This is one really not-nice lady that we are dealing with,” she said. “We should both try to remember that in the future.”

They cautiously entered the attic, their flashlight beams trained in front of them. The attic was long and narrow,

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