The Mummy's Curse by K.C. Adams

Author:K.C. Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub

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Niamh

Even though I couldn’t sense a ghost in the house I was painting, I was convinced there was one. I’d seen a couple of ghosts hanging around the building site, some floating around, minding their business, others haunting a builder or two. They all seemed pretty harmless, but it wasn't a big stretch to think one could be doing something in the house when there’d been accidents on the site, even before I’d arrived. Eamon had mentioned them when we’d come to check out the sinkhole, and the accidents had started around then. As far as I knew, there hadn’t been any recently, but that didn’t mean all the First Pit ghosts had gone. Sometimes ghosts just got bored and stopped hanging around for a while.

While I could see the ghosts floating around the site, I couldn’t sense their presence. They were too far away. That’s what I told myself, anyway. It had nothing to do with my possibly wonky powers.

I took solace in the fact that I couldn’t sense anything at the house, either. Maybe I really was being paranoid and there were no ghosts about. I really hoped I was right. Because otherwise, it meant that the few powers I did have were wonky and I had no idea why.

My whole life, I’d been able to sense the presence of ghosts. So why couldn’t I now? What had gone wrong? Sod’s bloody law.

I carried on as normal, convincing myself over and over that there were no ghosts about. Even when my stuff moved an inch this way, or an inch that way, I told myself I was losing it. That was a better option than losing my powers.

Why had I agreed to work on the building site again?

Oh yeah. Money. Bills. Food. Ugh.

After a morning tea break, I returned to the back bedroom to find my paintbrush upright, stirring the paint in the pot. I couldn’t see anything or anyone nearby. I couldn’t sense a ghost, but I was damn sure there was one.

‘All right, show yourself. I’m tired of this.’

The paintbrush stopped moving. I waited for the ghost to reveal itself. Would it be a friendly ghost? One from the mines? Someone who’d want me to help them cross over, Ghost Whisperer-style?

‘Hello?’ I called out.

There was nothing. As far as I could tell, I was alone again.

Sighing, I resumed painting the bedroom. I was almost done with the base coat in there, then I could move on to the next bedroom. I wouldn’t get the chance to paint anything interesting – the occupants wanted magnolia throughout – but at least it allowed me to turn my brain off.

Which actually wasn’t a good thing, because my brain chose to panic when it didn’t have to think about anything. Panic about the house being haunted. Panic about Maggie and Josh. Panic about Ben and Jaya. Panic about Edie. And Fadil. It was a never-ending stream of anxiety going through my head, and I couldn’t turn the damn thing off.

Frustrated, I rested my roller on the tray and sat down for a minute.

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