The Shem Bay Haunting (Jack Raven Ghost Mystery Book 3) by Robin G. Austin

Author:Robin G. Austin [Austin, Robin G.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Supernatural Mystery
Publisher: Kahoots Media
Published: 2017-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

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It’s after three in the morning when I make my way back to the guest house. No effort on my part enticed the Pratt imposter, the boy, to reappear. I spent time downstairs and more in Pratt’s bedroom. The smell of sage will last for days; I’m sure much to Pratt’s displeasure.

My brain will not give me a break. The spirit of a child? Obviously the entity isn’t Pratt, but who is this playful spirit… who tried to kill Pratt? Between the lidérc and the doppelganger, I foolishly dismissed the brief energy of a child that I encountered then questioned that first day in the house.

When children die unexpectedly or when they’re not told that death is near, they become lost and confused in spirit. They keep looking for their parents and other loved ones. Death isn’t a concept they can understand, let alone accept.

If this is one of the children in the news article on Jean Landy, Pratt will receive my fury for not telling me– or for having reason not to tell me. If indeed a child, I suspect he takes on Pratt’s form because he’s connected to the man somehow. I also fear that his death had something to do with the beach. I regret running away that night– not from a doppelganger, but a child.

Internal chatter and searching for anything about a child who may have lived in the house or drowned at the beach had me up for hours after leaving the main house. I’m in a deep sleep when a call from the doctor wakes me the next day. He wants to remind me of his mandated three o’clock meeting. Lucky for me I have something to report. I suspect though that his luck has run out.

I left a note for him last night to shut off the surveillance camera as soon as he got home. If he didn’t, the footage of the child will already be gone. That is if, unlike my photos of the man on the beach, the camera actually captured the spirit in the first place. Either way, I doubt Pratt complied with my request.

Before my designated arrival time, I make coffee and get myself somewhat presentable. Mackenzie answers the door when I knock.

“Did you find the phantasm last night?” she says, with a devilish grin and dancing fingers.

I laugh at her. “Phantasm?”

“Yes. A term derived from the early thirteen century French word, fantome, meaning apparition, ghost, phantom. Of course the Greek hijacked the term, and as they were known to do, dropped the f in favor of the dreadful ph.”

“Interesting. I always thought it meant an illusory likeness.”

Mackenzie raises her eyebrows and starts to deliver what I expect will be an amusing comeback when Pratt appears and orders her to her room. She giggles and waves her fingers at me as she goes upstairs.

Pratt nods his head at me and gestures with his hand to his study.

“Can I get you anything? Perhaps a riesling or brandy to relax you?” Pratt has a glass of what looks like soda on his desk.

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