Three True Tales of Terror: A True Hauntings' Collection by Patrick-Howard Rebecca

Author:Patrick-Howard, Rebecca [Patrick-Howard, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Mistletoe Press
Published: 2015-05-12T04:00:00+00:00

I was feeling much more like myself on Monday afternoon when I checked out and started back to New Hampshire. With extra time I pulled into Salem and did a little more sightseeing. I was charmed by the town itself, and even with its cheesiness and tourist traps it was a quaint place with easily navigable streets and shops and I enjoyed myself there. There were loads of shops selling crystals, charms, and books on witchcraft and after walking past a few and window shopping I decided to go in one.

The shop was empty except for the manager, a middle-aged woman in a black shirt and long blue skirt. She had a necklace with a fairy pendant on and sat on a stool behind the desk reading a Sherlock Holmes novel. I approached her cautiously, having taken in all the crystals and herbs, and asked for her help the best I could. I tried not to feel silly. After all, this was a store that sold books like “Reincarnation for Beginners” and crystal balls. Once I was finished explaining my situation, she laid down her book and took a long look at me, her eyes searching.

“Let me ask you something,” she said at last.

“Yes?”

“Have you seen or heard anything in your room?”

“Well,” I replied, “I hear most things in my room, but sometimes I’m downstairs. And the shadow on the landing was right outside my door.”

“No,” she shook her head, “I mean have you actually heard anything that is originating within your room?”

“No, I haven’t. It seems to stop before it gets that far. It plays with my door, stops outside my door. It’s never come in, though.”

“Well,” she tapped her fingers on the counter and tilted her head thoughtfully. “That’s a little unusual but not implausible. If you hear the noises in the rest of the house but not in your room, and yet the spirit is obviously trying to come in your room, then I’d say you already have something keeping it out. Do you know what that may be?”

“Huh?”

“A talisman, dear. A protector. There’s something in your room that is protecting you. What could it be? Because that would be helpful to know.”

I honestly had no clue. “I don’t have anything with me like that. I was hoping you could give me something,” I said with a nervous laugh.

“I can help,” she said with seriousness, “but you’ve already got some of the most powerful antidote with you. It is something protecting you: a talisman, a good luck charm, a picture, a letter…”

I thought about the things I’d packed and brought from home with me but nothing was very sentimental, just clothes and makeup and books. Except, of course, for my pictures. “I have a picture of my grandmother on the wall,” I said. “She died when I was seven. Could that be it?”

“Yes, it’s very possible. Somehow her spirit is reaching out for you and holding the other one back. Has she appeared to you before and done this? Protected you from something?”

I nodded.

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