The Haunting of Pitmon House by Michael Richan

Author:Michael Richan [Richan, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: BluA
Published: 2016-07-07T23:00:00+00:00

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It was dark as Granger struggled with the key. Robert held a light so he could find the hole and open the door to Pitmon House.

It was dark, but moonlight shone through the large windows, reflecting off the marble surface of the floor. As she raised her gaze upward into the stairwell, the light faded, and the top of the stairs was completely black.

Robert instinctively reached for a light switch, and they heard it click. No lights came on.

“No sense in paying a power bill when no one’s here,” Granger said. “Let’s do this quickly. In and out.”

They made their way to the stairs, each turning on a flashlight.

“There’s that pressure again,” Robert said as they climbed. “God, I hate how it feels.”

“I honestly can’t feel it,” Eliza said. “I don’t feel anything at all.”

“Well, I do!” Rachel said. “Without the protection, it hurts!”

“We’re approaching the landing,” Granger said. “You’d better take what you made so we can get started.”

Rachel removed a flask Granger had loaned her and swallowed its contents. Rather than stopping after a couple of gulps, she continued drinking until she’d emptied the entire container.

“Here goes!” she said, opening the door to Reid’s room.

They trailed in behind her, shining their flashlights onto the bed and into the corners. It was unchanged; Eliza didn’t expect it to be different, but she felt compelled to check everything nonetheless. She really wanted to shine her flashlight across the landing to the rise of the second story stairs, but she resisted, not wanting to draw attention. It bothered her that if something was coming down them, she’d never see it in the darkness.

Rachel called out to Reid. One by one they dropped into the River. Eliza became concerned when she saw that Rachel looked exactly the same, and was afraid that if Reid appeared and saw her unchanged, their plan would be a failure.

However, when Reid sat up from the bed, just as he’d done earlier in the day, he had a look of shock on his face.

Father! he said, his eyes wide. I’m sorry, I was napping. Have you been here long?

Not long, Rachel said. Again Eliza was concerned; it sounded like Rachel’s voice, and it still looked exactly like her. It was working on Reid, however, and Eliza realized that whatever image and voice Rachel was reflecting back to Reid, it was succeeding.

What brings you here? Reid asked, a tinge of fear in his voice. I hope everything is alright.

No, it’s not alright, Rachel said. You’ve been very disrespectful to your guests. I thought I raised you better than that!

My guests? Reid asked, turning to look at the others. But they’re outsiders, Father! You remember, you told me. They’re not part of the family!

They are not, Rachel said. But you should have answered their questions. It was impolite to not tell them what they came here to know.

Good, Eliza thought. Play on his sense of impropriety.

Reid seemed confused. You told me to never speak of the family to outsiders, he said.

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