Haunting Leigh: A Paranormal Romantic Comedy (Literal Leigh Romance Diaries Book 4)

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Hunter and his parents hate me than to know he is a lost soul wandering all alone…out there.”
    “Meow.” Luna agreed.

Chapter Ten
    “Cult”-ure Club
     
    Until this point, I never had to call a boyfriend’s parents. I was dealing with a paranormal emergency unlike anything I could have written myself and it occurred to me that Hunter’s parents might understand. After all, they were into the new age mysticism as well as the old school psychedelic mind bending stuff. Now if they were anything like my parents, I might as well start getting fitted for a straitjacket. They wouldn’t believe a word of it.
    I felt bad that I had to look up their number. Hunter said they refused to use cell phones and the only way to reach them was at their store, Head, Bath and The Beyond. I found the number online and gave it a call.
    It was the recorded voice of Hunter’s dad, Max. “This is Head, Bath and The Beyond.” He said “The Beyond” in a very melodramatic way. “We are not here, baby. That’s because we are wherever we are supposed to be. Right now we are celebrating the Lunar Eclipse of Looove at the Temple of the Moon in Teotihuacan! We’ll be back…in the future!”
    “Damn! Now what?” I drummed my fingers on my desk and wished Kelly and Lindsey could have stuck around a little longer, but they needed to be on their way with it being a school night. At least I had Luna to talk to. I suppose you could say that Hunter was also being a pretty good listener in his unconscious state. “The Temple of the Moon. But what was the name of the place?” I called and listened to the recording one more time. “Teotihuacan.” I jotted it down and searched the internet. There it was, The Temple of the Moon. An archaeological treasure left by the shadowy first pyramid builders of Mexico.
    Next, I looked up when the lunar eclipse would occur. The good news was that it would be early in the morning. “What do you think, Luna? Should we use my broom and fly down there?” Luna sprinted away and quickly returned with my broom. “You really think we should?”
    “Meow.”
    “I don’t even know where we would find them. It’s almost an hour past midnight already. They might be asleep. How about we wait until the eclipse occurs? Then we’ll know they will be on that old pyramid for sure.”
    “Meow.”
    “Then it’s settled. We’ll leave at six in the morning.”
    I set the alarm clock and we both crawled in bed to cuddle up against Hunter. I worried about him. How long can he stay like this? It’s not like he can eat or drink. I hope I can fix this. I drifted off to sleep for only an hour. When I woke up, I hoped that it had all been a bad dream, which none of this had actually happened, but it did happen. I couldn’t wait for some damn eclipse. It was time to go and find the Kovacs. I got myself ready, grabbed Luna, and double checked the pronunciation of the place in Mexico. I repeated the words that Gertie had taught me. Everything turned pink and I knew it worked.
    The smoke cleared and I found myself standing near the top of the Pyramid Temple of the Moon. It seemed as if there were hundreds of people gathered at the base of the pyramid. They weren’t your typical tourists, these were the people that even the hardcore dyed-in-the-wool, hallucinogenic ingesting hippies would consider to be on the fringe. The crowd seemed to be more like a cult than anything. Some people were playing flutes, some tambourines, and others shook, banged, and rattled various noisy things. Above all, they loved cowbells. They must have bought out the global cowbell supply chain. It sounded like hundreds of first graders had raided the music room and then went running through the playground. By the looks of things, Hunter’s parents were certainly among friends in the eccentric group.
    A chorus of cheers rose above the din of the ad hoc orchestra when I appeared in front of them. I held Luna close and nervously scanned the crowd for

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