Twice as High by Tina Glasneck

Author:Tina Glasneck
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tina Glasneck

Chapter 14

Leslie

Another scream resounded throughout my apartment. I shot up from my position, receiving a loud boom from the neighbor below, who must have decided that a broomstick banging on the ceiling was the best way to deal with a murderous scream.

I swung my feet over the bed’s edge and stretched.

Again, a weird squeal came from my bathroom. My gran liked to do strange things in the morning. I’d seen her do everything from play hide-and-seek with the neighbor’s cat, yes, slipping in and out of the walls, to levitating with a cigarette hanging between her ghostly fingers in her vintage cigarette holder, discussing Kant and the meaning of life with her ghostly friends. Usually they congregated in the hallway on the other side of the apartment door—it would explain all of the drafts.

“Gran, what are you doing now?” I huffed and pushed up from the bed, shuffling toward the bathroom, and Saga followed.

The apartment had been in the family since Gran decided to buy the place before the Great Depression. I was sure some of the other ghosts she communicated with were the original tenants, too.

“Something strange is truly taking place in this city.” Gran's voice flitted across the room. “Why don’t you hush before more than the neighbors start pounding on the door? You keep on, and those government people will come and usher you off to Area 51. The secret to being a supernatural creature is keeping your trap shut. Now hush it.”

Gran wasn’t usually so stern. And if she was talking like that, I wondered if the person was friend or foe.

“My Leslie will deal with you when she awakens.”

I turned the knob and opened the door to hear another scream—my own.

No, Gran was not talking to another ghost. She wasn’t even pretending to talk to family, who sometimes stopped by. I stared at what was before me and saw it—a freaking siren.

She flapped her turquoise tail up and down in the bathtub, splashing water. She stared at me, and surely her look of terror mirrored my own. Her mouth formed an “O,” and her red, curly hair cascaded down into the water’s depths. She wore a matching starfish-like halter, and seashells hung around her neck like a garnish.

Looking at her neck, my mouth watered.

I felt my canines slowly descend, and my stomach growled.

Was I a monster?

The sound of my scream echoing off of the walls was accompanied by my hissing black cat’s rage. Saga’s fit could best be described as a hellcat on speed. She arched her back until all of her fur spiked, her eyes, once neon, now turned a clarion blue. Her nails extended.

Um, yeah, she wasn’t a normal cat after all.

“Svartur köttur! Keep that away from me,” the mermaid begged.

To me, it sounded like scaredy-cat, but surely that wasn’t what she meant. I grabbed Saga to keep her from attacking.

Gran swooped in before me. “For heaven’s sake. You went out again last night and brought home a surprise. A freaking mermaid.” She gave me a Bronx cheer—as she liked to call them—loud raspberries to show her disapproval.

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