Excerpt
Lightning snakes across the front bay windows. Then, without warning, the air hits Jules in the back, tossing her forward into my arms. I instinctively catch her as thunder strikes and it appears she's leapt into my arms because of it, but it's actually the ghost at play. He's tossed her into my arms.
"What was that?" Jules cranks around looking very distressed.
"I dunno for sure." I shake my head. "But you better stay close."
She clings to my chest. No argument there.
Lightning strikes again and thunder crashes. "She's an angry one and she's close."
"Ridiculously angry," Jules adds.
"Is this a typical Maritime thing?"
"No," she snaps, trembling. "I don't remember this being in the forecast!"
Another crash of thunder and she scowls, looking deeply troubled. It sounds like it's hitting right outside the door. "You're right." Jules' eyes look like they're about to pop from her head. She talks a mile a minute. "Anna must have left. Otherwise, we'd have seen her jeep. She can't be here, or she'd answer me. We should go." "She whirls around, ready to bolt from the building, and I catch her by the waist.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" I say into her ear, pulling her to me, her feet still kicking. "No sudden movements, my friend. Besides, we can't go out there right now in the middle of all this." I look again to the lightning streaking the panes of the windows, like fireworks now.
Every window of the house is affected, illuminating in rapid sequence. Thunder booms all around us, shaking the rickety old structure.
"Well, we can't very well stay here." Jules glowers into my eyes, as I lower her to the floor.
"I'll take my chances." She turns, about to bolt again, and a particularly loud crash of thunder sends her screaming back into my arms.
"I think it's best if we let things die down out there a bit."
"I think you're right." She buries her face in my chest. Her skin is warm and soft in contrast to the cold air around us, closing in tighter with every moment.
Jules looks up as lightning slashes the windows again. She lets out a small shriek and digs her nails into my chest.
"It's only a storm." I try to comfort her.
"I don't think so," she gasps. The lights above the staircase flash on and off again. A strong crack of thunder hits, driving a gasping Jules crawling up my shins. "Okay, look," she says, breathlessly, fearfully, staring up into my face. "There's something I should have told you. This place is haunted, okay?" Her words come out fast and slightly garbled, her voice trembling as hard as her hands. "I probably should have told you on the drive up here, but Anna said she really needed the sale, and there was that possibly of her winning the trip to Hawaii to consider and—"
"I know." I gaze down at her.
"You know about the trip to Hawaii?"
"No." I laugh. "I know about the house."
"You do? And you came to look at it anyway?" Jules scowls. Her voice cracks.
"Call me crazy—"
"Evidently."
"And you're a very good friend, by the way."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Thunder crashes again and she snuggles close. The cold air presses us even closer.
"I'm… ah…" I start, feeling as though I owe her some sort of explanation. I can't tell her, but I should tell her something. "I sort of fancy myself a bit of a paranormal sleuth." It's not completely the truth, but it'll have to do for now. I feel guilty lying to her, but I swear when this is all over, I'll tell her the truth.
"So, like a ghostbuster wannabe, is that it?" Jules pulls back, her voice nearly shrieking.
"Something like that—"
"You knew this could happen, and you dragged me up here?"
"No!" I frown. "I—I had no idea this would happen." I run a flustered hand through my hair. What does she think I am, a monster?
"Unbelievable." She drops her hands from my chest. "I knew this was too good to be true."
"What was?"
"Never mind." She turns her back to me.
"Look, i-if it's any consolation, this is not what you think." I move closer. "It's like not voluntary. I have a gift or something. I—I see things—"I stammer, trying to explain the unexplainable.
"Omigawd, you see dead people?" She melts away from me.
"No, no—not like that. Well, sort of—"
She glares back at me, panicked.
"Okay, no, that's not it." I put up a hand. "No, that's exactly it." Jules gulps. "But only sometimes, and especially when they're related to me—"
"Fantastic. So, what? You know the guy that haunts here?"
"In a round about way, yes."
The wind picks up, throwing the wind chimes outside on the porch into the wall, causing both our heads to snap around. A second gust of wind drives the chimes into the door and Jules back into my arms. The cold air intensifies, crowding closer, engulfing us like a blanket.
"It's a long story," I whisper in her ear. "Maybe I'll tell you sometime over a beer—"
"I don't drink beer."
"Okay, fine, what do you like? Wine?"
"Moscato."