Here is a short excerpt of Over the River for your #TeaserTuesday 🙂
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Copyright 2016 October Weeks
A porch swing with chipped paint lolled on the far right side as they stopped in front of the steps. The left side chain had rusted and broken off so that the swing was touching the porch. The scene fit perfectly with the house—broken, rusted, and decaying. Unease fluttered in Delilah’s stomach the more she focused on the swing. Dark butterflies multiplied with each heartbeat.
“Strange that it’s broken like that,” Milly said. “Considering they’re trying to sell the house, I mean.”
Tearing her gaze from the swing, Delilah replied, “Yeah, but it hasn’t had a showing in ten years for some weird reason. No one’s come to check on it, that’s all.” Yet, Milly’s comment had deepened the unease in her, causing the flutters in her stomach to quicken.
Milly shrugged. “Or the ghosts did it.”
“Or that.” Delilah turned her gaze to the door. “Are you ready for this, Milly?”
Milly took a deep breath. The moment her friend set foot on the stairs, she was going to get flashes of the past, showing the life there and how people had died. Joslyn couldn’t block Milly’s gift completely, and Delilah was quite happy about that.
“I’m ready,” Milly said, dropping her hand from her hip. “You?”
“After what we just learned, hell yes.”
They took their first step in unison, as was normal for them. The energy shifted from eyes watching her to a darker edge of warning, and the flutters became more erratic, spreading from her stomach to the rest of her body.
Instinct, training, and experience all told her that the Faust home was held together by darkness, fear, and twisted energy.
“Go away,” a little voice whispered. “Leave, please leave.”
With that whisper in her mind, the darker edge of warning got a bit sharper.
Joslyn didn’t want them there. Too damn bad for her.
The back door looked sturdy but rundown. Uriah had given them the key but was not certain if the lock would budge since it hadn’t been used in a decade. That many years of being subjected to Vermont weather could do a lot to the exterior of a building.
Milly took another deep breath before grasping the knob gently, slowly. She stiffened for a moment. “Oh, Lilah. She does not want us in there.”
“I know,” Delilah replied softly. “I can feel it.”
Milly inserted the key into the lock, and after a little muscling, the door unlocked. She turned the knob and pushed it open. The wood creaked loudly in response as if the house were protesting their intrusion.
Haunted October 