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This week’s tease comes from A GHOST FOR CHRISTMAS, my first foray into the paranormal, and boy was it fun!
© Kacey Hammell, 2015
She walked through the suite to the first door on the left. It looked like a den or small office.
Striking blue and silver colors filled the room, giving it a masculine feel. A large, possibly Victorian, antique writing desk sat in the corner, complete with pen and quill. Jodie walked closer and ran her hand over the fine, dark finish. Beautiful, intricate and ornate designs were carved on the solid hardwood. Eighteenth century black armchairs sat in front of the desk and in corners.
The plush room invited and pulled her in. Jodie turned, her gaze drawn to the framed newspaper clippings hanging on the walls. Curious, she moved closer.
Woman Meets the Ghost of her Dreams In Hotel.
What the heck? Jodie peered intently at the picture taken of this very building. She looked at the second frame. Ghost Fulfills Every Fantasy. Again, the Castillo Hotel was featured in the article.
She ran her gaze swiftly over each of the wall hangings and noted at least a dozen headlines mentioning the ghost. Women came to this hotel and found a night full of passion, realized fantasies, and left with memories they’d carry forever.
A chill ran down her spine. Looking back at each one, she read the small caption at the bottom. She gasped as she noted each ghostly sighting was in Suite 3023.
A cold breeze washed over her. Goose bumps spread along her skin. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself as the hair on her nape rose. It was strange. As she walked around the office, it was as if the temperature had dropped about ten degrees.
She didn’t believe in ghosts. Had never seen anything to prove they existed. These articles had to be a publicity stunt. There was no ghost residing in the suite. What nonsense.
A cool breeze raced down her spine. It has to be nothing more than the air conditioning, she thought just as she felt a feather-like touch. Jodie jumped, certain fingertips ran over her shoulders.
She was being ridiculous, of course. There was no such thing as ghosts. What a silly notion, drummed up as a PR stunt to get more guests to the hotel.
Jodie’s gaze moved to the date of the articles.
December 24th, 2001.
December 24th, 1991.
December 24th, 1981.
December 24th, 1971.
Moving quickly around the room, her eyes widened as she re-read the dates. The earliest one went back to December 24th, 1811.
Today’s date was December 24th. Good God, did that mean there was a ghost in the room with her—right now? It wasn’t possible. Things like that only existed in movies and books.
Another breeze swept through her.
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