“Ley lines!”
Brandon and I stopped dead halfway down the stairs to the first floor when Trisha jumped out of the dining room with one of her loud cries.
“What?” Brandon asked, frowning.
Isaac joined my friend with his own exclamations. Weren’t we lucky.
“Ley lines! Underground currents of energy!”
“Amy says that’s what this could be about.”
“Oh, okay,” Brandon murmured.
We resumed our way down and they sort of cornered us to make us go into the dining room. Brandon had his phone already in his hand.
“Did you film Amy’s call?” he asked, ready to dial the medium.
“Of course,” Trisha replied, taking offense.
“Well, let’s film this too. Maybe she says something more, or different.”
Isaac and Trisha hurried to move the tripods closer to him as I let go of his hand.
“I’m gonna
The next morning, I leveled up in willpower and extracted myself from Brandon’s arms before the Collins arrived. I got dressed in the bathroom to avoid waking him up with my noises, tucked him in and tiptoed out of my room. Trisha and Isaac were still sound asleep too, so the Manor was amazingly quiet.The cat ball flashed the moment I paused outside the east parlor, and I went on to the kitchen with Lizzie, Cristine and the twins, who didn’t leave their new-found aunt’s side come hell or high water. Edward and Joseph joined us a moment later.I wanted to know how Cristine was dealing with her situation, and while I made breakfast, they told me that despite her deep sadness, she felt welcomed and contented with them. Seeing how we were working nonstop to figure out what had happened to her, she trusted we would find a way to help her go back to her loved ones sooner than later.They asked me about our findings, so I told them what little we act
It was sort of consensual that Brandon would make the calls for the next steps, no matter his original plan of staying back as much as he could. He was used to coordinate teamwork in weird situations, so the other three of us turned to him when it came to decide what we should do.And the obvious next step was finding the two last iron stars. They wouldn’t be hard to spot, and Isaac and Trisha went back out while Brandon and I headed upstairs to get rid of our sweaty running outfits.“This wasn’t the idea,” Brandon grumbled from the shower. “I was supposed to just watch you guys work this out.”“Told you about your tyrannical natural leader thing,” I replied, walking into the bathroom. “This turned out to be a lot more than an upset ghost throwing things around, and we all trust you better than ourselves to figure the best course of action.”“Yada, yada, yada,” he grunted, scratching
I was like a zombie for the rest of the day. Since thinking straight was out of the picture, I decided to make myself useful and joined the Collins outside, for the heinous task of trying to pick up all the shattered glass from the garden. The vacuum helped us a great deal, but we only had one, so Susan steered it, while Mike and I wore thick work gloves and picked up the sharp little pieces by hand.Meanwhile, inside, the other three talked with Amy and tried to salvage the footage from the burned cameras. They were able to do it, and later, Brandon showed me that the devices had registered an abrupt drop in the EM field for two seconds before the blast.“Like a volcano dome that collapses right before an eruption,” he said.He also told me the KII didn’t detect any EM field around the old well in the guesthouse basement, nor at the tool shed, anymore.I pretended to be interested, even impressed, but my head was elsewhere. I didn&rsquo
That afternoon, Isaac and Mike pulled out the iron stars from the fence. Now only one remained in place: the heart of the star in the study. We were all up there, trying to decide if we should just pull it out, when Brandon came back with Amy and an answer from his expert.“Five to seven years. Ten years tops,” he said, dropping the iron stars on the kitchen table. “Not enough rust to have been buried longer.”They all turned to me, waiting for some kind of conclusion or statement, I guess? I just shook my head.“Can you guys pull the last one out?” I asked instead. “I’ll be right back.”Before any of them could make any question, I spun around and walked out the backdoor. I knew exactly the person to ask for a name related to the iron stars.Susan opened her front door, not hiding her surprise to find me knocking.“We need to talk,” I said, dead serious.She stiffened,
I found myself laying back on one of the loveseats. Brandon had kneeled down by it and leaned in toward me, his warm hand on my sweaty forehead, a worried frown clouding his beautiful blue eyes. Trisha hurried to me with a glass of water. Amy stood past the other end of the loveseat with Isaac, and they too looked worried.“What happened?” I mumbled, feeling my head heavy and muddled.“You passed out again,” Brandon replied, taking the glass from Trisha’s hand. “Here, let me help you.”I shook my head slightly, turning to Amy. “Why would touching them do this to me?” I asked.“I have no idea, my girl,” the medium replied, grimacing. “Does it happen every time you touch them?”“No, no. This is only the second time.” I rubbed my face, trying to sit a little up. Brandon sneaked his arm around my neck and lifted me enough to slip a cushion under my shoulders. &ldq
That weekend was one of the best ever. Brandon pretended to be in doubt about staying until Monday, so I had to make the sacrifice of convincing him.While the window guys took over the Manor to replace all the broken and damaged glasses, we grabbed Isaac and Trisha and headed to a restaurant in Worcester. There, he finally told them about the ley lines project and asked Trisha if she was okay with him taking her interviews project over. The bastard, like she would refuse after he offered her such a job.Isaac elbowed her, laughing. “Ready for a road trip, girl?” he said, even more thrilled than her.Those two were something. They’d clicked back in October, and over the last week at the Manor, their bond had only improved. They had this amazing chemistry going, completely deprived of sexual tension, that promised to grow into a solid friendship despite the age gap. They were the perfect partners in crime.“People are gonna fucking
BOOK 3: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTERIf I could be with you tonightI would sing you to sleepNever let them take the light behind your eyesI’ve failed and lost this fightNever fade in the darkJust remember you will always burn as bright—My Chemical Romance, The Light Behind Your Eyes**Too Busy to CallBrandon used to call me every night, and all of a sudden, that Wednesday he didn’t. That first night, I assumed he was busy and didn’t want to disturb him. The next day came and went without a word from him. Weird. But I still didn’t want to intrude. I knew he was up to his neck in work, managing three projects at the same time. The last thing he needed was me bugging him about why he hadn’t called. But when I went to sleep that Thursday night without even a
The cat ball on the kitchen table flashed, and I felt a cold touch on my shoulder.“Don’t keep it all inside, Fran.”I sort of sat up, trying in vain to stop crying, and shrugged.“What d’you want me to say, Lizzie? That I’m an idiot? I’m the worst fucking idiot in history.”“That’s some hubris.”A bitter scoff escaped my lips. She clearly was Joseph’s daughter to reply like that.“I better make myself some coffee.”“Did you really think he was cheating on you?”I shrugged from the counter, filling the carafe. “I don’t know. I don’t understand why it looked like the only possible explanation for him not calling. I mean, yeah, because that’s what he used to do after dinner, but it wasn’t cheating. That was before we decided to give it a try together, when he thought I didn&rsquo