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Authors: Ava Mallory
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remember correctly, I used to get flowers or a nice piece of jewelry for my birthday. I don't recall ever asking to be taken to a haunted house before in my life. What exactly were you two thinking?” I locked the car door, determined not to step one foot outside of my car.
Diana and Ruby laughed like I was kidding. I most certainly was not kidding. This home looked like something straight out of a Hollywood movie. You know, the kind of place where young college co-eds ran around scantily clad, drinking libations and one of them gets the brilliant idea to follow the horrendous noise they heard in the distance, then soon their running for their lives and the blonde - always the blonde – trips over her own feet, most likely because her six inch heels were one size too small for her feet – and the evildoer, who also happened to be her friend, finds her and discards her mangled body on the side of the road? Yeah, I wasn't stepping one foot in this death trap, not for a million years.
Ruby unlocked the door and grabbed my arm. “You're acting like a spoiled child. I promise you that there is no slasher in here. This is just a giant home that the locals believe to be haunted. You're the one that claims to have seen a ghost, so let's go see what we can find out about that phenomenon. The people that operate this place are supposed to be some kind of experts in the field of parapsychology.”
“No, no can do. By the way, I didn't voluntarily agree to see a ghost. Anyway, I already told you – I thought I saw someone who looked like Flynn. That's all. Remember, I was tired and a little on edge yesterday, so I may have been mistaken.” I tried to urge Ruby to quit this silly game of ghost hunting now.
“Mom, stop. We all saw that photo. Do you honestly believe that it was some kind of coincidence?” Why did I encourage my child to speak her mind? Somehow I knew that it would one day backfire.
“So what? We saw a photo of an ancestor. Plenty of people we know look like an ancestor or two, don't they?” I didn't see how finding a photo of a man who resembled Flynn or vice versa applied to anything here.
“Yes, plenty of people look like their ancestors, but I'm sure very few of them can claim that their ancestor haunts the establishment they now operate as a Bed and Breakfast and plenty of people don't go around inviting people over and charging them to hunt for their murderous dead relative.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue. “Murderous? What are you talking about?”
Ruby gave Diana a sideways glance. “Oh, honey, you shouldn't have mentioned that yet.”
Diana swallowed hard. “Sorry, Mom. We were going to talk to you about that later.”
“Sorry?” I stepped out of the car, totally forgetting that I'd refused to step out only a few moments earlier. “How do you know the man in the picture was a murderer? Who did he kill?”
Ruby took my arm. I knew what she was doing. This was her attempt at calming me before issuing bad news. “Mercy, there's a few other things we haven't told you and, please don't hate us, but we thought we'd never convince you to come out here with us, if we'd mentioned it.”
“What?” My voice shook. “What else don't I know?”
“This whole town is supposedly haunted. It's legendary.” Ruby answered.
“You brought me to a ghost town to relax. You know ghosts and relaxation don't go hand in hand, right?” I looked at Diana because she, of all people, should have known better than to invite me along for something like this. I was the woman who still ran for the hills when a spider appeared, so why in the world would they even consider bringing me to a haunted town and expect me to go on some ghost hunting adventure with them?
“Don't be mad, Mom. We thought it would be fun. We wanted something that would take you out of your comfort zone. You know, something to add some real excitement to your life.” Diana
Diana and Ruby laughed like I was kidding. I most certainly was not kidding. This home looked like something straight out of a Hollywood movie. You know, the kind of place where young college co-eds ran around scantily clad, drinking libations and one of them gets the brilliant idea to follow the horrendous noise they heard in the distance, then soon their running for their lives and the blonde - always the blonde – trips over her own feet, most likely because her six inch heels were one size too small for her feet – and the evildoer, who also happened to be her friend, finds her and discards her mangled body on the side of the road? Yeah, I wasn't stepping one foot in this death trap, not for a million years.
Ruby unlocked the door and grabbed my arm. “You're acting like a spoiled child. I promise you that there is no slasher in here. This is just a giant home that the locals believe to be haunted. You're the one that claims to have seen a ghost, so let's go see what we can find out about that phenomenon. The people that operate this place are supposed to be some kind of experts in the field of parapsychology.”
“No, no can do. By the way, I didn't voluntarily agree to see a ghost. Anyway, I already told you – I thought I saw someone who looked like Flynn. That's all. Remember, I was tired and a little on edge yesterday, so I may have been mistaken.” I tried to urge Ruby to quit this silly game of ghost hunting now.
“Mom, stop. We all saw that photo. Do you honestly believe that it was some kind of coincidence?” Why did I encourage my child to speak her mind? Somehow I knew that it would one day backfire.
“So what? We saw a photo of an ancestor. Plenty of people we know look like an ancestor or two, don't they?” I didn't see how finding a photo of a man who resembled Flynn or vice versa applied to anything here.
“Yes, plenty of people look like their ancestors, but I'm sure very few of them can claim that their ancestor haunts the establishment they now operate as a Bed and Breakfast and plenty of people don't go around inviting people over and charging them to hunt for their murderous dead relative.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue. “Murderous? What are you talking about?”
Ruby gave Diana a sideways glance. “Oh, honey, you shouldn't have mentioned that yet.”
Diana swallowed hard. “Sorry, Mom. We were going to talk to you about that later.”
“Sorry?” I stepped out of the car, totally forgetting that I'd refused to step out only a few moments earlier. “How do you know the man in the picture was a murderer? Who did he kill?”
Ruby took my arm. I knew what she was doing. This was her attempt at calming me before issuing bad news. “Mercy, there's a few other things we haven't told you and, please don't hate us, but we thought we'd never convince you to come out here with us, if we'd mentioned it.”
“What?” My voice shook. “What else don't I know?”
“This whole town is supposedly haunted. It's legendary.” Ruby answered.
“You brought me to a ghost town to relax. You know ghosts and relaxation don't go hand in hand, right?” I looked at Diana because she, of all people, should have known better than to invite me along for something like this. I was the woman who still ran for the hills when a spider appeared, so why in the world would they even consider bringing me to a haunted town and expect me to go on some ghost hunting adventure with them?
“Don't be mad, Mom. We thought it would be fun. We wanted something that would take you out of your comfort zone. You know, something to add some real excitement to your life.” Diana
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