Haunts and Howls and Jesters Bells by Kat Simons

Author:Kat Simons
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T&D Publishing

CHAPTER TWO

On the other side of my bathroom wall was the most amazing landscape I’d ever seen—because it was perfectly ordinary and could have been my neighbor’s backyard. The browning grass, kept alive by a lake of water sprinkled on it every day, was pretty typical of our neighborhood. The heat pouring down from a bright blue sky and a dry, warm breeze really did make me think of home. Was I just…outside?

“Where…?”

“Come on.” Gerald jerked me into motion again. I was too busy trying to pinpoint whose backyard I was in to focus on where we were going. I had a few neighbors that would call the police in a heartbeat if they saw me and a strange little green man on their property. Was I in one of those yards?

I blinked when Gerald walked us through a brick fence and we immerged into a tropical jungle, thickly scented with flowers and moss. The heady smell made me dizzy. I had a brief moment to murmur, “We could stay here,” before Gerald pulled me into the base of a giant tree.

We stepped out into desert with gold sand dunes as far as I could see. I didn’t even get a chance to feel the heat before Gerald pulled me into the sand. There was a split second when I couldn’t breathe, and I thought I was dead.

Then we immerged into the rain.

“This is a longer trip than I expected,” I gasped as rain washed sand out of my hair and soaked through my jeans and cotton t-shirt. I was not happy about the wet t-shirt part, or the damage all this jumping to new environments was doing to my hair, but given everything else it was the least of my worries.

“Okay, now where to?” The rain was cold and I was getting chilled. I hate being cold. That’s why I live in the desert. Although, I could go back to that tropical jungle that smelled so good I got dizzy. I could definitely go back there.

I was expecting Gerald to walk us through another wall, or drop us down through the cobblestones at my feet. Instead, he led me down an alley between two large brick buildings, turned onto a pedestrian path that wound through what looked like a medieval German village—though I wasn’t an expert. The beams across the second stories on all the buildings and the wooden roofs reminded me of Germany, though.

What did they call those kinds of buildings? There was a name for them. Couldn’t think of it at that moment. I needed my phone to do a search. But my cell was at home plugged into its charger. Because I had been in the toilet. Not expecting to go on an adventure.

There probably wouldn’t have been cell service there anyway.

The path ended in a small courtyard dominated by a gray stone fountain. I stared at the statue in the center of the fountain for a solid minute before I realized it was me.

The statue

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