The Preacher by Scott Nicholson

Author:Scott Nicholson [Nicholson, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror
Goodreads: 25520529
Publisher: Haunted Computer Books
Published: 2015-07-11T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“Did you know you snore, Mom?”

Jett scraped the remnants of her oatmeal in the compost bin and put the bin back under the sink. Mom sat at the table in her nightgown, clutching a big mug of coffee with both hands. Mom had dark wedges under her eyes, but Jett figured that was more a byproduct of middle age rather than a truly restless night. As much as Mom had snored, she couldn’t have spent much time awake.

“Nobody else has ever complained about it before.”

“And just how many people have you slept with?” Jett asked, grinning.

“Like I said last night, some things are better off not talked about.”

“Hey, we survived. It all seems silly now, doesn’t it?” Jett tried to say it lightly, but the aura of menace still hung over the farm. She had a plan to get her mom away from the place for a while. Maybe that would help their moods and give them some perspective.

“We still haven’t finished our conversation about your missing curfew,” Katy said. “Don’t think all this supernatural stuff is going to make that go away.”

Jett rolled her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell that deputy about the hoof prints?”

“They’re gone. I looked when I went to let the goats out of the barn. So maybe they never happened.”

“Hayley saw him, remember? We’ve gone through too much to live in denial.”

“That was, what, ten miles down the road? As long as he stays away from the farm, then let him ride all over hell and back.” Katy checked her phone as if the matter was closed.

Jett wasn’t going to let her off the hook easily. “Maybe if you weren’t so isolated, bad news wouldn’t follow you around. Sometimes I think it’s you that’s haunted, and not the farm.”

Katy slammed her mug down on the kitchen table, sloshing brown slop all over her magazine. The reaction was so sudden that Jett realized she’d struck a nerve. Jeez, she thinks the same thing herself.

Then it was doubly important that Mom found a new direction in her life. With luck, she would come to services with them tomorrow, and not just show up for the baptism. That would be a start. “Nothing personal, Mom. I just worry about you.”

“I’m fine. I haven’t seen a single ghost in a whole year. And if you forget about the hoof prints, or accept some logical explanation that I just can’t make up on the spur of the moment, then all the ghosts are gone for good.”

“Maybe we should get a priest in to throw around some holy water and chant some Latin,” Jett said.

“Neither of us are Catholic, and I don’t think Harmon Smith is, either.”

Jett went for the kill. “Then maybe my preacher. Elder Tester.”

Katy tilted her head forward and peered up at Jett standing by the sink. “Seriously?”

“There’s comfort in it, Mom. That’s why I want to get baptized and join the church. At first I just went along with Dad to spend time with him, and then I started hearing good stuff.

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