Buried Bones by Kim Fielding

Author:Kim Fielding
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

MOST people would have had difficulty being furious at someone while simultaneously giving the target of their fury a bath, but Chris managed to pull it off.

“—damn stubborn fool, always wantin’ to be a fucking hero, not listening to anyone, pretendin’ he’s fucking immortal—” Chris had been going on like that for quite some time. Dylan’s eyes were closed, his head pillowed by a folded towel Chris had placed on the bathtub rim. He couldn’t possibly move a muscle, but fortunately he didn’t have to. As harsh as Chris’s words were, his movements were very gentle as he ran a washcloth over Dylan’s sore chest.

Dylan was on his second round of bathwater, the first one having gone all brown and green from the pond muck that had accumulated on his hair and body. Chris had been a mess too, especially since he’d had to pretty much drag Dylan up the slope and into the house, but he’d taken a quick shower while Dylan began to soak. Now they were both naked and clean, and Dylan was mostly asleep.

“I want to look in the bag,” he said. A huge yawn almost swallowed his words.

“Tomorrow.”

“But—”

“If there’s anything useful in that mess, it’ll still be there tomorrow. You ain’t doing nothin’ today but eating some dinner and going to sleep.”

“But what if the ghost—”

“If that ghost lays one spectral finger on the bag you almost died fetching, I’ll tear the fucking haunt apart myself.”

Dylan smiled lazily at the image Chris’s words conjured. He didn’t think Chris could actually do anything to the ghost, but Chris would sure as hell try. “Can I have dinner in bed?” Dylan asked. “Just cereal or something. Too tired to be hungry.”

“Must be a sign of the apocalypse if you’re not hungry.”

“Hah.”

Dylan didn’t mind staying in the tub as the water cooled and he became all wrinkly, but eventually Chris fished him out. Dylan stumbled his way to the bed—which smelled deliciously like Chris—and collapsed onto the cool sheets.

“I’ll be back soon,” Chris said. He looked a little worried, as if Dylan might hop out of bed and disappear while he was gone.

But there was no chance of that. Dylan could barely hold his eyelids open. “’Kay.”

He expected to fall asleep immediately, and in fact he did begin to drift. But he was still more or less conscious when he felt another presence in the room. He peeled his eyes open and wasn’t especially surprised to find the ghost bobbing at the end of the bed like seaweed bobbing in gentle waves.

“Go away.” Dylan didn’t have the strength to make himself sound convincing, and of course the ghost ignored him. He still couldn’t make out its features, which was a little frustrating. Especially since something about the ghost was niggling at him, like something he should be noticing but wasn’t. It was a little like having a word on the tip of his tongue.

The ghost came a few inches closer, until it was right next to the footboard. Dylan wondered whether it could just sort of float through the wood and the mattress.

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