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Darcy’s concern, too.
After promising to call Helen the minute she knew anything else, Darcy had finally been able to relax a bit. After locking both doors and all the windows. She’d had her experiences with ghosts trying to break into the house before, and with human intruders as well. She had told Jon she was a big girl, and that was true, but she wasn’t stupid.
After changing out her jeans and her shirt for a pair of pink fleece pajamas, Darcy took her tea to the couch and curled up on the one end, with her feet tucked up underneath her.
Smudge came around the corner of the couch and jumped up next to her. She reached down to stroke the top of his head between his ears. “Hey there,” she said to him. “Guess what? I saw Twistypaws today.”
He blinked up at her, nuzzling his face against her fingers, as if to say, “Sure. I know.”
Darcy smiled at him. “Of course you know. You always know.”
The tea had a warming, soothing effect on her, just like her tomcat’s comfortable presence did. Before long, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. It was late. She should be researching in her books, but sleep sounded so good right now. Jon would be home soon, she hoped, but he had his own key to get in. Right now, she had just a few moments to herself, and she wanted to spend them catching as much of a nap as she could.
“Don’t sleep too long. You’ve got a lot to do.”
She looked down next to her, where the familiar voice had come from. Smudge smiled up at her with his tail flicking gently against the couch. “Sorry,” he said to her. “I know you just want to sleep.”
“I really do, Smudge,” she said, her voice heavy and drowsy. “I’m really tired.”
He rubbed his head against the side of her leg. “I know. You should be like me. Sleep during the day. That way you can stay up at night.”
“That’s fine for you. I’ve got things to do during the day.”
“So do I,” he agreed. “Sleeping is one of them.”
Darcy scratched his ears again. “I’m glad you’re always here for me, Smudge. I don’t mind telling you, I’m scared this time.”
“You deal with ghosts all the time,” Smudge reminded her.
“Not like this. This ghost…he’s already killed once. He’s going to kill again if I don’t stop him.”
“Are you sure about that?”
That was an odd question, she thought to herself. “Of course I’m sure. Smudge, I saw the body.”
“What did you see?” he asked her, regarding her in that way that cats did so well whenever they knew something you didn’t.
“It’s a fair question, Darcy,” said a kindly voice. A woman’s voice.
She sat in the chair opposite the couch, across from Darcy, her long dark dress matched with a pearl necklace this time. Her floppy hat with its wide brim sat at an angle on her head, her white hair tucked neatly inside. Aunt Millie had taken to wearing that hat all the time now. Darcy kind of thought it suited her.
“You did tell me there would be worse coming,” Darcy said to her.
Picking up her own cup of tea, Millie winked. “Sweetheart, did you think I’d leave you all alone to face this? I’m always here when you need me. You know that.”
Darcy couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t at all surprised to see her dead aunt coming to visit. After all, this was a dream.
“I know I can always ask you for help, Millie,” Darcy told her, honestly grateful that she was here now. “I just don’t understand why you stay around. The other side must be calling to you. You lived a good life. You deserve your rest now.”
“Oh, tish tosh,” Millie tsked. “I have a few more things to check on. Maybe a skeleton or two in my own closet to work out. Nobody is perfect, you know.”
Darcy had trouble believing that her Great Aunt had any dark issues still holding her to this mortal coil. There was a question here, about why
After promising to call Helen the minute she knew anything else, Darcy had finally been able to relax a bit. After locking both doors and all the windows. She’d had her experiences with ghosts trying to break into the house before, and with human intruders as well. She had told Jon she was a big girl, and that was true, but she wasn’t stupid.
After changing out her jeans and her shirt for a pair of pink fleece pajamas, Darcy took her tea to the couch and curled up on the one end, with her feet tucked up underneath her.
Smudge came around the corner of the couch and jumped up next to her. She reached down to stroke the top of his head between his ears. “Hey there,” she said to him. “Guess what? I saw Twistypaws today.”
He blinked up at her, nuzzling his face against her fingers, as if to say, “Sure. I know.”
Darcy smiled at him. “Of course you know. You always know.”
The tea had a warming, soothing effect on her, just like her tomcat’s comfortable presence did. Before long, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. It was late. She should be researching in her books, but sleep sounded so good right now. Jon would be home soon, she hoped, but he had his own key to get in. Right now, she had just a few moments to herself, and she wanted to spend them catching as much of a nap as she could.
“Don’t sleep too long. You’ve got a lot to do.”
She looked down next to her, where the familiar voice had come from. Smudge smiled up at her with his tail flicking gently against the couch. “Sorry,” he said to her. “I know you just want to sleep.”
“I really do, Smudge,” she said, her voice heavy and drowsy. “I’m really tired.”
He rubbed his head against the side of her leg. “I know. You should be like me. Sleep during the day. That way you can stay up at night.”
“That’s fine for you. I’ve got things to do during the day.”
“So do I,” he agreed. “Sleeping is one of them.”
Darcy scratched his ears again. “I’m glad you’re always here for me, Smudge. I don’t mind telling you, I’m scared this time.”
“You deal with ghosts all the time,” Smudge reminded her.
“Not like this. This ghost…he’s already killed once. He’s going to kill again if I don’t stop him.”
“Are you sure about that?”
That was an odd question, she thought to herself. “Of course I’m sure. Smudge, I saw the body.”
“What did you see?” he asked her, regarding her in that way that cats did so well whenever they knew something you didn’t.
“It’s a fair question, Darcy,” said a kindly voice. A woman’s voice.
She sat in the chair opposite the couch, across from Darcy, her long dark dress matched with a pearl necklace this time. Her floppy hat with its wide brim sat at an angle on her head, her white hair tucked neatly inside. Aunt Millie had taken to wearing that hat all the time now. Darcy kind of thought it suited her.
“You did tell me there would be worse coming,” Darcy said to her.
Picking up her own cup of tea, Millie winked. “Sweetheart, did you think I’d leave you all alone to face this? I’m always here when you need me. You know that.”
Darcy couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t at all surprised to see her dead aunt coming to visit. After all, this was a dream.
“I know I can always ask you for help, Millie,” Darcy told her, honestly grateful that she was here now. “I just don’t understand why you stay around. The other side must be calling to you. You lived a good life. You deserve your rest now.”
“Oh, tish tosh,” Millie tsked. “I have a few more things to check on. Maybe a skeleton or two in my own closet to work out. Nobody is perfect, you know.”
Darcy had trouble believing that her Great Aunt had any dark issues still holding her to this mortal coil. There was a question here, about why
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