The Tidings - [Ghost Huntress 0.5 - A Christmas Novella] by Marley Gibson

Author:Marley Gibson [Marley Gibson]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Teen, Romance, ghost, series, psychic, holidays, tarot, Awakening, seance, Journey, Guidance, cards, Counseling, The, huntress, Christmas, Discovery
ISBN: 9781937776503
Publisher: TKA Distribution
Published: 2012-12-13T06:00:00+00:00

STANZA 6: THE THIRD VISITING SPIRIT

“What are you doing, Kendall?” I hear a male voice call out to me.

I open my eyes and see that I haven’t actually been sucked into a vortex from hell as I first thought. Rather, I’m just in the darkened Radisson cemetery, shrouded in the hanging branches of leafless trees with a hooded figure standing over me.

“I seriously can’t take much more of this,” I tell the phantom before me. When this spirit moves, a frigid chill travels in a halo around him. He’s cloaked as if a mystery, an enigma, a warning.

Holding my hands in front of me, I climb back to my feet and slough off the dirt from my pajamas. “Look, I know you’re here to bitch me out about all the things I’ve been doing wrong. Let me assure you, I got it. I’m down with it. There are things I have to change, starting with my attitude.

The figure just stands stock-still before me. A satiny, black robe-ish garment hangs from broad shoulders. The head is covered with a hood, masking the spirit’s face, eyes, and other features.

A booming voice sounds forthlike the mighty wind. “I am the Ghost of Christmas Future. Of Christmas Yet to Come.”

I literally feel my body shake from my cheeks all the way down to my toes. A pain in my chest threatens to undo me with its firm clutch of dread. I think I’ve handled tonight pretty well… up until this point. Now, I just want to get home, crawl back into my bed, and sleep until the dawn awakens.

“Hey, there,” I manage to eke out. “What’s in store for me?”

The ghost stretches out a large hand which points away from the cemetery. Well, good for that. I’m creeped out enough as it is without being in the frickin’ graveyard with this spook. When he doesn’t move to join me, I summon my courage and face him with my best ghost huntress attitude and spunk.

I pop my hip out to the side and cross my hands in front of me. “Let me guess. You’re gonna show me all sorts of eerie and terrifying things that haven’t happened to me yet. Right?”

The hooded head bobs up and down, no feature revealed.

An unclear and ambiguous horror skitters through me as I stand before this ghost. Underneath his veil, I can sense his eyes penetrating through me, judging and waiting.

Powering up my nerve, I say, “Look, dude, I’m sort of like a professional ghost huntress. I work with spirits and ghosts all the time. Usually not as much as I have tonight, but I’ve been pushed, shoved, teased, tortured, tormented, frightened, spooked, threatened, and provoked by plenty of paranormal entities. You don’t scare me. You’re actually annoying me.”

The ghost cocks his head, as if studying me.

“Oh, for God’s sake! Talk to me, dammit!”

“Fine!” the spirit says and jerks the hood off of his face.

I nearly choke on my laughter. “Patrick! Are you kidding me? You’re the Ghost of Christmas Future?”

He scowls at me and pushes the hood off of his neck.

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