build. It was mostly Ray’s demeanor that was now so powerful and scary. He definitely didn’t tell me about the murders in that cottage, only that it was rumored to be haunted. I decided to print out both articles.
I wasn’t sure what to do next. I didn’t know if I should talk to Ray about my findings, which of course he would know all about. But if I did talk to him about the murders, that could make it seem like a confrontation from me, which it nearly was.
That might make him mad and endanger the lives of me and my son.
What did this ghost want from me? It was crazy that I was more willing to ask a ghost for the truth than I was willing to engage Ray in any conversation about the murders.
Had the woman ghost—his former sister-in-law—been trying to warn me about how dangerous Ray was? I sat at the computer desk for a while, putting together all my thoughts and occasionally glancing at the kids to make sure they were okay. That’s when it hit me.
The ghost woman in the mirror wanted me to expose Ray. Maybe she knew where the gun could be found. It was the one piece of evidence that could convict Ray, or whoever had been the gunman.
I grabbed my purse and headed to get the kids and drive back to Elizabeth’s.
When we arrived back at Elizabeth’s house, I ran through the front door, eager to tell her what I had discovered. I dragged her into her bedroom and shut the door to keep the kids from overhearing.
“You’re not going to believe this. While we were away at college…” I proceeded to tell her the whole thing.
“Jodie, this is all so weird,” she said, after I blurted it all out.
“I know. I’m having a hard time believing it myself. It goes against everything that I’ve ever believed in.” I reached into my purse to show Elizabeth the old newspaper clippings. “Here, read it, and tell me what you think.” Elizabeth reached for the paper and glanced at it in horror. She dropped the paper on the floor and I could see the terror in her eyes.
“Liz, what is it?”
“Jodie, we definitely need to call my friend Margaux Thompson.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Elizabeth took a deep breath and regained her composure. “This is the man that warned me to stay away from the cottage. The ghost I saw? This is him . Cliff!” The horror came back to her face. “We need my friend, Margaux—she is an experienced ghost hunter and a psychic and I know she can help us.” Elizabeth reached for her cell phone and left the room. I went to sit on the couch and was in shock from everything. Was this really happening? The whole thing seemed surreal.
Only the ghosts knew the truth? Or did Ray know, too?
When Elizabeth returned to the room, she looked a little better. “I just talked to Margaux and she said she and her team are available to come in the morning and examine the cottage. They will be there at nine.”
“Wait, I don’t know if I want a whole team of ghost busters in my home. And I can’t afford it.”
“Jodie, you said yourself that the ghost lady asked for your help. This is the best way to help her. Margaux is a medium. She can see the dead. And she doesn’t charge anything to her old sorority sisters, of which I am one.”
I sighed. “I guess it can’t hurt. But what if she digs up information that we shouldn’t know?”
“Like what? That your landlord is some kind of serial killer?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, if that turns out to be true, you need to know that, Jodie.”
“He has been so decent to me. I hate to open this can of worms.”
“The can is open and worms are spewing out, girlfriend! Regardless of whether your handsome landlord is a killer or not, I know one thing. You and Trenton are staying here until all of this ghost business is completely resolved.”
“I appreciate it.”
Chapter Eleven
That night, I tossed and turned. Trenton and I were sleeping in Elizabeth’s guest bedroom on a twin bed. There was barely enough room to breathe
I wasn’t sure what to do next. I didn’t know if I should talk to Ray about my findings, which of course he would know all about. But if I did talk to him about the murders, that could make it seem like a confrontation from me, which it nearly was.
That might make him mad and endanger the lives of me and my son.
What did this ghost want from me? It was crazy that I was more willing to ask a ghost for the truth than I was willing to engage Ray in any conversation about the murders.
Had the woman ghost—his former sister-in-law—been trying to warn me about how dangerous Ray was? I sat at the computer desk for a while, putting together all my thoughts and occasionally glancing at the kids to make sure they were okay. That’s when it hit me.
The ghost woman in the mirror wanted me to expose Ray. Maybe she knew where the gun could be found. It was the one piece of evidence that could convict Ray, or whoever had been the gunman.
I grabbed my purse and headed to get the kids and drive back to Elizabeth’s.
When we arrived back at Elizabeth’s house, I ran through the front door, eager to tell her what I had discovered. I dragged her into her bedroom and shut the door to keep the kids from overhearing.
“You’re not going to believe this. While we were away at college…” I proceeded to tell her the whole thing.
“Jodie, this is all so weird,” she said, after I blurted it all out.
“I know. I’m having a hard time believing it myself. It goes against everything that I’ve ever believed in.” I reached into my purse to show Elizabeth the old newspaper clippings. “Here, read it, and tell me what you think.” Elizabeth reached for the paper and glanced at it in horror. She dropped the paper on the floor and I could see the terror in her eyes.
“Liz, what is it?”
“Jodie, we definitely need to call my friend Margaux Thompson.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Elizabeth took a deep breath and regained her composure. “This is the man that warned me to stay away from the cottage. The ghost I saw? This is him . Cliff!” The horror came back to her face. “We need my friend, Margaux—she is an experienced ghost hunter and a psychic and I know she can help us.” Elizabeth reached for her cell phone and left the room. I went to sit on the couch and was in shock from everything. Was this really happening? The whole thing seemed surreal.
Only the ghosts knew the truth? Or did Ray know, too?
When Elizabeth returned to the room, she looked a little better. “I just talked to Margaux and she said she and her team are available to come in the morning and examine the cottage. They will be there at nine.”
“Wait, I don’t know if I want a whole team of ghost busters in my home. And I can’t afford it.”
“Jodie, you said yourself that the ghost lady asked for your help. This is the best way to help her. Margaux is a medium. She can see the dead. And she doesn’t charge anything to her old sorority sisters, of which I am one.”
I sighed. “I guess it can’t hurt. But what if she digs up information that we shouldn’t know?”
“Like what? That your landlord is some kind of serial killer?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, if that turns out to be true, you need to know that, Jodie.”
“He has been so decent to me. I hate to open this can of worms.”
“The can is open and worms are spewing out, girlfriend! Regardless of whether your handsome landlord is a killer or not, I know one thing. You and Trenton are staying here until all of this ghost business is completely resolved.”
“I appreciate it.”
Chapter Eleven
That night, I tossed and turned. Trenton and I were sleeping in Elizabeth’s guest bedroom on a twin bed. There was barely enough room to breathe
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