Restless by Joshua Dyer

Author:Joshua Dyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, haunting, paranormal investigation, occult, ghost, fiction
Publisher: Darkness Press
Published: 2017-01-04T00:00:00+00:00

Scene Twenty-Seven

SWIRLING DREAMSCAPES, like cream in coffee. Most of them bizarre and senseless. Talking trees, shaking rattles, and a cawing crow. Her smiling face cuts through these, rousing me from my doldrums.

Evelyn stands next to my small desk in her nightgown. Long flowing curls, the scent of a fresh rain. I take a seat and fumble for a pen through my half-crusted sight. Within seconds, her energy directs my scribbling:

Missed you

“I missed you, too.”

Her slender hand caresses the back of my neck. A gentle warmth.

“Who lives in your attic, Ev?”

Her transparent form drifts closer: No one

My gaze locks with hers. “Emily and I both heard hooves stomping around up there earlier. Any ideas?”

Her head lowers. Is that a look of remorse or pity?

My hand moves again.

Father. Bad things.

I study the two words, trying to decrypt the hidden message. “How bad are we talkin’ here?”

My hand draws swirls on the page. “Come on, Evelyn. If our lives are truly in danger, I need to know.”

Something closes my eyes. My hand flies all over the page in every direction. Light strokes, then others so heavy that they threaten to tear the page. When my eyelids peel back, I’m met by a crude drawing of a horned creature surrounded in flames and falling structures.

“Very lifelike, Ev.” I drop the shaking pen to the tabletop. “What is it?”

Her head turns up to the ceiling.

“Got it.”

The pen slides across the table and into my hand. Do you trust me, Sean?

“Of course, I do. Why?”

Her curling arm beckons me to follow.

Her form hovers down the hall and through the double doors into the music room. I trail behind in the column of cold air from her wake. A sense of calm and serenity envelops me. No fear. No pain.

Evelyn stops next to an ornate box on the mantle. She bobs her head toward its silver turnkey.

“Wind it up?”

She nods and smiles. I take the delicate music box in my hands and twist the key on its side. The inscription on the front. Foreign for sure. Russian, maybe? As the waltz plays, she beckons me to join her on the floor.

There’s a warmth in the energy from her arms around me. That same sensation radiates up the left side of my neck. She looks so peaceful resting against me. Round and round, we dance. Please, don’t let this moment end. Once the music box stops, she takes my face in both hands. The warmth of her lips. The aroma of fresh apples. My first meaningful relationship is with an apparition.

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