Haunted Hideout: Paranormal Suspense (The Haunted Ones Book 1)

by Dorey, Michelle

  Lawrence sighed. “Sometimes, there isn’t a specific gain for people to act the way they do. Chaos, a breakdown of order is a sufficient goal, in and of itself. Think of it like these computer hackers creating viruses and malware. They gain nothing but the thrill of creating havoc in other people’s lives.”

  I watched her closely to see how this was all going down with her. She had a grasp of it but would she be willing to devote her life like Lawrence had? “Gwen? You and I were meant to work together on this. When we joined hands, the power to fight off that entity went off the charts.”

  She held up her hand cutting me off. “Hold on! There’re a lot more questions I want answers to. First of all... what’s with this house? The place has been haunted for years and yet you, Mrs. York—some kind of ghost buster—lived with it? How could you stay here? How could they, if this has been your life’s work?”

  Nana smiled and took a sip of her brandy, totally unfazed by Gwen’s questions. “I bought this house because it was haunted. But it wasn’t just that it was haunted—it sits on an axis of supernatural power, a Ley line.”

  “A what?”

  “Ley lines. Corridors of power that transcends the world as we know it. Some of the better known Ley line axes are Stonehenge, the Mayan temples and the pyramids but there are many grid lines which cross the earth. This house sits on the axis of two powerful ones.”

  Nana smiled and rested a hand on Gwen’s forearm. “As for the ghosts who have lived here... most of them, I dispelled. I kept a few for training purposes, yes.” She glanced over to me. “But it was more than that, Keira. Molly and Sam became old friends; believe it or not, I miss them now.” She turned her head to Gwen. “So I can appreciate you wanting your mother’s spirit to linger.”

  “Thank you,” she replied.

  “But dear, it comes at a cost. She’s not where she belongs.”

  Gwen’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  They did a sort of stare down. Without looking away, Nana said softly, “No, Gwen; that decision will rest with your mother.” She blinked. “That’s a topic for another day, I think. I was talking about the spirits who stayed on here until Keira arrived.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “You kept Jarrod on to show me how tough it can be. Did you know about the demon all this time?”

  “No. It had never shown itself. I had used the Ouija board to force Jarrod’s hand; but as I told you, using it risks opening a channel for those beasts.” She turned to Gwen, “As you saw for yourself.” Gwen stayed silent. “It was necessary for Keira to see that this vocation has its risks.”

  “Well, you sure demonstrated that!” I said. This time it was my turn to be confused. “But Jarrod... he’s still here, right? I’m pretty sure the demon was holding him here. Jarrod was too frightened by it to make any sort of move.”

  Nana turned to me. “I believe Jarrod moved on when you vanquished the demon here. By that time, after being in its thrall, he was quite ready to go.”

  “How did I get the demon to leave? I did it at Gwen’s as well, even though I still think it was a set-up from the get-go.”

  Nana looked from me, to Gwen, and back, chewing her lower lip. “Because of Gwen, I think. Together, both of you were strong enough to push it back. But don’t make the mistake of thinking you’ve destroyed it. It’s regrouping even as we speak. Although it will need some time for that. Just as we are bruised from our battle, so is it. Nana held her glass out for a refill. “That is good brandy. It’s hitting the spot, all right.”

  I topped her up and then downed some of my own glass, relishing the burn as it made its way down my throat. I felt the warmth extend right into my bones. I rolled my shoulders, wincing at the pain.

  Gwen wasn’t giving up with the questions. “The rose in your front yard... it blooms even in winter. Is that part of this Ley-line thing? The house sitting on kind of hallowed ground or power grid?”

  “Yes, you’re on the right track,” Nana chuckled. “There is tremendous power here. Whenever I’ve been abroad, doing my work, I come home drained. It takes a lot out of you, as you will find out, Keira. This house itself recharges me. It’s been a solace that I searched the world to find. It helps that’s it’s not terribly far from where my daughter lives, as well.”

  I took a deep breath. It was do-or-die time. “Gwen, would you consider helping me with continuing what my grandmother has done?”

  Her eyes opened wide. “Are you kidding me? This would be the dream come true! It would be fascinating!” She looked around the room. “Even if it gets scary.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “But I can’t. I have my father to look after, not to mention my job. I can’t go traipsing around the world with you.”

  I scoffed and my hand fluttered high dismissing her concerns. “Don’t worry about your dad. I’ll hire the very best care and as for your job... really? I’ll pay you a lot more than what you’re making at the post office. We’ll make a great team!” I slapped her knee.

  She shook her head. “It’s not about money. My big concern is my dad. From the sounds of it, we’d be gone for long periods of time. I’m not sure about that part.”

  “Look Gwen, we can figure something out. I think the important question right now, is if you would want to do this work. I think you do. I really like your dad and he’d want you to be happy, wouldn’t he? We won’t abandon him, don’t worry.” I knew we could do this, together.

  I looked over at Lawrence and Nana who were holding hands, smiling at us. She let go of his hand and held out her hands to us. “Take my hands, girls.”

  The three of us, held hands, making a small circle. I felt in my heart what I can only describe as a rose-colored glow fill and spread out through my chest. Gwen let out a little gasp, and Nana smiled.

  She let go and looked at us with a knowing smile. “You two are kindred spirits you know.”

  Gwen chuckled. “I was thinking the same thing.” She turned her head to me, nodding.

  “Kindred spirits, huh? I like that term. It sounds cool.”

  Gwen and Nana looked at each other and laughed. What was so funny? I shrugged. Let them have their private joke. “Anyone care for some key lime pie?”

  TWENTY EIGHT

  GWEN FOLLOWED ME INTO THE KITCHEN. “I’m still smoked by what just happened. All this time, your grandmother and Lawrence have been living this secret life—traveling the world and being some kind of exorcist or something. Confronting demons even!”

  I popped the frozen pie into the microwave to thaw and then turned to her. “When he started, Lawrence didn’t have any special abilities in this. He trained himself to become attuned to it, so he could help my grandmother.”

  “Well, I’ve never seen my dead mother... but I’ve sensed her being near, if that counts for anything.” Gwen reached for the plates and set them down on the counter. “And I’ve read a lot about this, so that gives me a leg up, I think.”

  My arm curled over her shoulder. “You don’t have to sell me on you, Gwen. If you hadn’t shown up, this would have gone badly. I know that. And it was when we held hands in your bedroom that whatever power I have, got amplified. And here, the same thing happened.” I squeezed her shoulder. “I think you’ve got it, whatever ‘it’ is!”

  Her smile fell and she stepped away. “But my mother... by your grandmother’s logic, she should move on. Call me selfish, but I hate the thought of that.”

  I blew out a long sigh, looking down at the floor. “I can understand that. Your dad gets comfort out of her being near as well. None of you are ready to part from each other. There will come a time, but not yet.” I turned when the microwave beeped and opened the door. “There’re lots of spirits who stay for bad reasons—fear, confusion, anger. I’d say they’re the ones who need to be convinced to leave.”

  “So, this enemy of your grandmother’s... who is it? Do you know? She seemed to think that this demon, Jarrod or whatever, was working with him.”

  I stared a
t her. “I’m pretty sure it’s my grandfather. His name is David Holmes. Lawrence warned me to forget about him. But I think, knowing your enemy is the first step in the battle. And now that Nana—”

  “You’re calling her Nana now, not GM?” Gwen grinned. “That’s progress.”

  “Yeah.” My cheeks warmed and I smiled back at her. “Anyway... now that Nana thinks he knows about me, the stakes just got higher. If that thing that was in the bedroom is somehow allied with him, he must have some paranormal ability himself, like Nana. It probably explains how they got together, even if it was short-lived.”

  She was quiet as we dished out the pie and put it on a tray. Finally she spoke. “How much of this can I tell my father? If I do take you up doing this, I’ve got to tell him something. And I might have an answer to nursing care for him.”

  My heart leapt and I grinned. She was actually going to do this! I’d liked her right from the start and we’d make a good team. “What’s that?”

  She grinned. “His sister, Elizabeth. She’s retiring from nursing this year. It might not be too hard to convince her to retire here. He’s the only family she’s got. I’m not her biggest fan, nor is she mine. She’s a bit of a busybody.”

  “But does he get along with her?”

  “Dad gets along with everyone. Even her.”

  “Well, there’s no rush in this. I probably have much to learn from Nana... and Lawrence could give you lots of pointers, I’m sure.” I was about to pick up the tray but she nudged me away. “I’ll get this.” She snorted. “Just call me, Lawrence.”

  “Never! He can be stodgy. I’d never accuse you of that!” I followed her from the kitchen and back to my grandmother’s room. I almost ran into her when she stopped short in the doorway.

  She stepped to the side and nodded with her head for me to check out the room. They were both sound asleep, snuggled together. It was such a sweet picture with Nana’s head on Lawrence’s chest, his arm around her, holding her close. They had a deep history and obvious love for each other.

  I backed out of the room and turned the light off, leaving only the lamp on the bedside table lit. It had been a day from hell and they deserved to rest.

  TWENTY NINE

  GWEN AND I HAD SPENT MOST OF THAT EVENING chatting and getting to know each other better. When she left, I locked up and got caught up, sending emails to my mother and replying to one from Cerise, who was anxious for me to return home. She missed our nights partying at the clubs. It was funny. The thought of going back to that held no appeal. I drummed my fingers on my desktop. Cerise was the only one of the group of friends I had in New York who contacted me; the others couldn’t care less if I fell off the face of the earth.

  But then... I felt pretty much the same about them. I had never really fit in with a group of friends. I was always the one standing right at the edge of being an outsider.

  ***

  When I woke up, the day was overcast and threatening rain again. I was about to roll over and catch forty more winks but a feeling of dread settled in my gut. It could have been some sort of hangover from yesterday, but I didn’t think so. I lay there for a couple of minutes until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  Something was wrong.

  I threw my robe on and hustled over to the stairwell. As I passed Lawrence’s room, seeing the door closed, I wondered if he had managed to get up to bed or if he’d spent the night with my grandmother. They’d been out cold when Gwen and I went in there, which considering the attack on both of them, was understandable.

  The kitchen was empty with no sign of Lawrence. No smell of coffee and the pot was still off. Shaking my head, I stepped over to it and got it going. After flipping the switch I strode out to the sunroom. That’s where she normally had breakfast. But again, it was empty, with the first splatters of rain hitting the glass dome overhead.

  Well, this was going to be awkward... going into my grandmother’s room to get them up! I knocked on the door. “Nana? Lawrence?” Silence was the only answer.

  The feeling of dread sank lower in my gut. I turned the handle and opened the door wide enough to peek inside. The bedcovers were rumpled from the night they’d spent there but otherwise it was empty. Where were they?

  I raced to the front door. Maybe they were more seriously hurt than we’d thought and Lawrence had taken Nana to the hospital or something. But wouldn’t they have told me? When I spied the black Cadillac next to my rental car, it was like a punch to the stomach. I spun around, looking up the staircase to the upper floors. “Nana?” This time, my voice yelled loudly. “Lawrence?”

  The living room. I darted through the door and peered around. Again, no sign of them. I was running by this time, going from the dining room, to the downstairs bath, up the stairs and calling out to them all the while. My voice echoed in the hallway and I jerked the door of Lawrence’s room wide. His bed was made and everything was in order, exactly as I would have thought for someone like him, even if I’d never been in there before.

  My heart raced along with my feet as I ran down the hallway, throwing every door open and peering inside the rooms. They weren’t here! I raced across to the window, and scanned the yard. There was no sign of them.

  Had they called a taxi and gone off somewhere? Maybe there was a note which I’d overlooked. I raced back downstairs, glancing at the table near the door and striding through the dining room. Nothing there. I burst through the door to the kitchen, my gaze darting from the counter to the fridge where a grocery list hung. Nothing. The table was clear as well.

  I turned quickly at the gurgling of the coffeepot as the last of the water seeped through. This was weird. I took a deep breath and forced myself to pour a mug. There had to be some explanation for them not being there. They wouldn’t just up and leave me, would they? I couldn’t see Nana doing that. Did it have something to do with what happened last night? That somehow her enemy had kidnapped them or something? But I would have heard if there’d been any kind of commotion.

  I set the mug down and once more my feet were flying to my grandmother’s room. It was a total shot in the dark, but I barged into the bathroom adjoining her room. The room was pristine from the neatly arranged towels to the gleaming porcelain tub.

  Back in my grandmother’s bedroom, I looked around, searching for any clue as to why both she and Lawrence were gone. It was then I noticed the envelope on her dressing table, propped up against the mirror. I sprinted over and picked it up. It was my grandmother’s writing, with my name on the front.

  My fingers trembled tearing the flap open, tugging the letter out and the smell of roses wafted up.

  Dear Keira,

  Let me begin by telling you how much I love you and how proud of you, I am. The fact that you are reading this letter, means that I am gone.

  I shall miss our daily chats and watching you blossom, delighting in discovering the gifts which are my legacy to you. It was much too short a time together, a fact that now, I deeply regret. There are photo albums in my night-stand. They’re filled with pictures of you—from when you were born to just earlier this year. They don’t do you justice, Keira. They don’t reveal the jewel inside that you truly are. Oh, to have known you when you were growing up!

  All my worldly goods are now yours, along with my undying love. Use them wisely, as well as your talents in following my life’s work. It is good work. It’s IMPORTANT work and I’ve never regretted it for one minute. You will do me proud, when you continue with it, I am sure!

  Take care, my dear and know that I’ll always love you!

  All my love, for all time,

  Your Nana.

  She’d left? Where would she have gone? There was no clue in anything she’d written.

  I walked over to her closet and opened the sliding door. Dresses and tops hung from hangers and the shoe rack was jammed to bordering an overflow. If she’d taken off traveling, she was traveling light.