Ghosts: a viral horror sensation (The Cursed Manuscripts) by Iain Rob Wright

Author:Iain Rob Wright [Wright, Iain Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ulcerated Press
Published: 2023-04-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” Shane told Gina as they sipped their tea. He wasn’t sure what to do next. How exactly were you meant to function after experiencing something like what had just happened to him? As well as being mentally obliterated, he was also bleeding from a dozen shallow cuts. His hip was bruised from bashing against the sink. The pain made it hard to think.

All he knew was that he didn’t want to be alone. Nor did he want to fully contemplate what had just happened. He needed to distract himself, or he would lose what was left of his mind. It was all he could do just to keep from quivering like a jelly, and he had to clutch both hands in his lap to keep them still. If he had been a smoker, now would have been the moment to light up.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I suppose this entire thing is hard to believe. The girls at bingo would have me sectioned if they knew I was here with you now, trying to stop a bunch of ghosts.”

Shane chuckled, making a sound that was brittle and on edge. “I’m glad you’re here. You’re a fount of knowledge.”

“I’m just old.”

“Hey, not many people your age are on Clip Switch. Even less willing to do what you’re doing now.”

“It’s nice to be useful. Older I get, the more it feels like the world has little need of me. It’s felt that way since my David died.”

“Tell me about him. You said he was an opera singer?”

Just talk to me and keep me calm. Please!

“He was a tenor. My David could reach right inside you with his voice. Like a force of nature, he was. Sometimes, I sit and listen to his old CDs and it’s like he never left.”

“He must have been very talented. How did you meet?”

“He was touring Europe with a ballet company. I had left Sicily by then and was living in Turin, working as a cleaner at a little theatre named La Scintilla. David was performing there for two weeks, and during that time I often tidied up his dressing room. Most performers looked down their noses at theatre staff, but David was different. He was this warm, loving man who showed an interest in everyone around him.” She winked. “But me most of all.”

Shane smiled. “I bet you were a looker.”

“More than I am now, that’s for sure. Anyway, David spoke a little Italian thanks to his years studying and performing opera, so we got to chatting. This was his third tour of the country, and he always loved visiting, but he wanted to see more than just the same old tourist spots. So I offered to show him parts of the city he’d never been to, like the Palazzo Falletti di Barolo and the Colline del Po. The real Turin. By the end of the week, we couldn’t bear to be apart, and I accompanied him for the rest of his European tour.

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