Excerpt from The Haunting Season:
It was only when
the crickets and frogs stopped that Jess awoke. She blinked, trying to adjust
her eyes to the dark. She turned back over, expecting Allison to be either
still sitting up, or asleep. But her bed was empty and Allison stood in front
of the dresser, hands at her sides, staring at the mirror. Alarmed, Jess sat
upright.
“It’s happening
again,” Allison said.
“Huh?”
“The spirits.
They’re back. I can see them.”
Jess rubbed her
eyes as a spark of uncertainty and a moment’s worth of fear rustled somewhere
deep inside her. “They’re there, in the mirror?”
“Yes.”
Jess got out of
bed and tentatively stood next to Allison. She looked at the mirror, then
behind her. Nothing. Uncertainty gave way to disappointment. The mirror cast
back only the shadowy figures of Allison and herself, their faces made pale by
the moonlight streaming into the room. They were alone, as far as Jess could
tell.
Damn it! Why
couldn’t she see the ghosts? Were they here? Disappointment gave way to
a pang of envy.
“You don’t seem as
upset as you were before,” Jess said. “If they’re back, aren’t you afraid
they’ll take over? Possess you?” She wasn’t making fun of Allison. Something
horrible had happened to her, and she was probably more sensitive to the
supernatural than Jess was.
“Yes, I’m afraid,”
Allison replied calmly.
The way Allison
spoke seemed at odds with her words. The hairs on Jess’s arms tingled, but not
because of any ghosts she couldn’t see. Right now, the only thing creepy in the
room was Allison. The girl had been possessed, after all.
Allison turned her
head to look at Jess, her expression unreadable in the shadows, even this close
up. “He collects souls.”
Jess peered harder
into the mirror, trying not to show Allison she was indeed afraid. “He? Who are
you talking about?”
“He’s looking at
you. I can’t make out what he’s saying. But see?” she pointed to the mirror.
“He wrote his name.”
Fear and a healthy
dose of agitation rose inside Jess. Fear, because someone staring at them from
inside a mirror was downright scary. Agitated, because she couldn’t see
anything, and Allison’s continual freak-outs were wearing on her. After a long
day getting here, she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.
“Allison, I don’t
see anything! He? Who are you talking about?”
“Riley,”
Allison whispered.
“Riley? Who’s
Riley?”
Allison stood just
as still as she had upon Jess’s wakening. “He lives here. With the others.”
“Others?” Jess
stepped closer to the mirror, leaning against the dresser to get a better look.
Her breath fogged it enough to reveal a single name, written backward: Riley.
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Savannah's most haunted house, the Sorrel-Weed house is the inspiration behind The Haunting Season's own Siler House. Here's how I imagined the stairway at the end of the hall leading to the attic/music room at Siler House...
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ReplyDeleteI heard there were creepy pictures here... *hides under the bed* Nope. No dust bunnies here! Just chickens hiding under this bed! ;D Thanks for participating in the All Hallows Eve Indies tour ladies!
ReplyDeleteYeah, Michelle is the queen of scaring the crap out of you... and then laughing ;) Just one of the many reasons why I love her and her books. The Haunting Season is a perfect read for Halloween.
ReplyDeleteGood read for Halloween but with the lights on! LOL
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