Reveal (Cryptid Tales) Read Online Free
Author: Brina Courtney
answered my question about Jeremy.
“ So do you know a Jeremy?”
“ Oh yes, sorry I forgot about that. That’s how I knew about you.” She looks down and gives me a shy sideways glance like she shouldn’t have said anything.
“ You know him? He talks about me?” There’s hope in my voice, I know she can hear it.
“ Yes he misses you, he’s sad you banished him.”
I hit the brakes and we come to a screeching halt. As dust settles around us I turn to her and yell, “I did what? What are you talking about?”
She sighs quietly and looks at me. “You banished him. When you tell a ghost to leave they must abandon you, unless they’re haunting you of course. Then they don’t have to leave, it’s the rules.”
“ There are rules?” This is news to me, Jeremy never mentioned them before.
“ Oh yes, and since Jeremy was there to be your friend, when you told him you no longer wanted him, he left, as he should have. I mean he should have never been that close with you to begin with.”
I’m stunned. I never knew there were rules in the ghost business, why wouldn’t Jeremy have told me all of this? “Well what if I want to see him again?”
She smiles smugly, “I’ll show you how, once we find my daddy.” She holds out a small cold white hand and I shake it to seal the deal. We’ll find her daddy alright and I’ll see my Jeremy again. Two can play at this game.
Chapter 5
I begin the car in drive again and we creep along silently for a while. The light is just beginning to die away and as much as I want to see Jeremy again, this whole situation is a bit much for me. So here I am with a dead girl in my car, in a super creepy forest, stalking a potentially dead father…yeah, not one of my brightest moments. After we’ve been driving for about twenty minutes in the lush forest, I begin to feel an electrical buzz. I look over to Wendy who, if it’s possible, is jumping up and down in her seat. The electricity feels like it’s rolling off of her nonexistent skin. It’s amazing, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She notices me staring and says, “Oh sorry, it’s just were getting close. I can feel it.” Sure enough only a minute or two later we arrive in a clearing. A huge house stands before us. I shut the car off and get out slowly admiring the mansion. Wendy silently moves away.
In its heyday this place must have been immaculate; I can just barely make out the remnants of the sky blue paint that used to cover the exterior. A wide wraparound porch takes up much of what would have been the yard and the way the fence was built, there must have been a substantial garden. What now remains is a sad state of an old home. Broken shutters and windows litter the ground. I dodge them like bombs, giving them a wide berth, almost as if I disturb anything it will awaken more spirits. And one is enough for right now, thank you very much . I walk around to the side of the house and see that the French doors are missing. Near the empty doorway a white porch swing is still hanging, looking seemingly untouched compared to the rest of the home. Swinging back and forth on it is the little girl I brought here to look for her father.
“ Wendy? Are you OK?” I ask as I join her on the swing, it creaks in response to my weight, showing its age. Her head hangs low and in the fading sunlight I can almost see through her.
“ I thought he’d still be here,” she says in a whisper. “This is where I left him.”
I squint at her slightly, “Where you left him? What do you mean?”
“ When I died, he was still here. His grave is still here.” She points across the grass towards the water. She continues, “I thought if we came here, he would be here too. And we could be together.”
I feel her pain, I sometimes drive by my dad’s old job hoping he’ll walk out the front door of the lab, but he never does. “Tell me something
“ So do you know a Jeremy?”
“ Oh yes, sorry I forgot about that. That’s how I knew about you.” She looks down and gives me a shy sideways glance like she shouldn’t have said anything.
“ You know him? He talks about me?” There’s hope in my voice, I know she can hear it.
“ Yes he misses you, he’s sad you banished him.”
I hit the brakes and we come to a screeching halt. As dust settles around us I turn to her and yell, “I did what? What are you talking about?”
She sighs quietly and looks at me. “You banished him. When you tell a ghost to leave they must abandon you, unless they’re haunting you of course. Then they don’t have to leave, it’s the rules.”
“ There are rules?” This is news to me, Jeremy never mentioned them before.
“ Oh yes, and since Jeremy was there to be your friend, when you told him you no longer wanted him, he left, as he should have. I mean he should have never been that close with you to begin with.”
I’m stunned. I never knew there were rules in the ghost business, why wouldn’t Jeremy have told me all of this? “Well what if I want to see him again?”
She smiles smugly, “I’ll show you how, once we find my daddy.” She holds out a small cold white hand and I shake it to seal the deal. We’ll find her daddy alright and I’ll see my Jeremy again. Two can play at this game.
Chapter 5
I begin the car in drive again and we creep along silently for a while. The light is just beginning to die away and as much as I want to see Jeremy again, this whole situation is a bit much for me. So here I am with a dead girl in my car, in a super creepy forest, stalking a potentially dead father…yeah, not one of my brightest moments. After we’ve been driving for about twenty minutes in the lush forest, I begin to feel an electrical buzz. I look over to Wendy who, if it’s possible, is jumping up and down in her seat. The electricity feels like it’s rolling off of her nonexistent skin. It’s amazing, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She notices me staring and says, “Oh sorry, it’s just were getting close. I can feel it.” Sure enough only a minute or two later we arrive in a clearing. A huge house stands before us. I shut the car off and get out slowly admiring the mansion. Wendy silently moves away.
In its heyday this place must have been immaculate; I can just barely make out the remnants of the sky blue paint that used to cover the exterior. A wide wraparound porch takes up much of what would have been the yard and the way the fence was built, there must have been a substantial garden. What now remains is a sad state of an old home. Broken shutters and windows litter the ground. I dodge them like bombs, giving them a wide berth, almost as if I disturb anything it will awaken more spirits. And one is enough for right now, thank you very much . I walk around to the side of the house and see that the French doors are missing. Near the empty doorway a white porch swing is still hanging, looking seemingly untouched compared to the rest of the home. Swinging back and forth on it is the little girl I brought here to look for her father.
“ Wendy? Are you OK?” I ask as I join her on the swing, it creaks in response to my weight, showing its age. Her head hangs low and in the fading sunlight I can almost see through her.
“ I thought he’d still be here,” she says in a whisper. “This is where I left him.”
I squint at her slightly, “Where you left him? What do you mean?”
“ When I died, he was still here. His grave is still here.” She points across the grass towards the water. She continues, “I thought if we came here, he would be here too. And we could be together.”
I feel her pain, I sometimes drive by my dad’s old job hoping he’ll walk out the front door of the lab, but he never does. “Tell me something
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