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Chariss K. Walker, Author
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Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Create Space
ISBN-10: 1719448418
Type: Fiction
Pages: 140
Copyright: June 9, 2018
ISBN-13: 9781719448413
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Becky Tibbs is a North Carolina medium. She sees ghosts and helps them with their unfinished business in this cozy mystery series.
Becky Tibbs didn’t ask for the job of medium, but after her parents died, she was stuck with the unusual ability. Becky must make the best of a difficult situation.
Living in Asheville, North Carolina, she has to contend with a lot of departed spirits and it can get rather hectic doing so. Misunderstood ghosts can create a lot of problems for a community.
Becky has the gift the same as her brother and sister. The only difference is that her siblings don’t want anything to do with their paranormal abilities and they’ll do anything in their power to drown out those disembodied souls who plead for help.
Used to dealing with ghosts on a daily basis, Becky is not easily surprised. However, on her 26th birthday, Becky get the biggest shock she’s had in the past ten years.
Join Becky as she solves many mysteries in this light, clean, airy, and informative series.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Becky Tibbs, wrapped snugly in a gently-worn pink terrycloth robe and with her feet clad in her favorite purple bunny slippers, ascended the stairs while attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes. She softly padded into her large, cheerful eat-in kitchen on the first floor level of the family home where she had lived for… forever.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, thankfully set on a timer the night before, drew her like a magnet. If she’d ever needed the hot, caffeinated brew, she needed it on this bright, sunny morning. She hoped it would perk her up a little.
She hadn’t slept well during the previous night. Truth be told, she felt as if she hadn’t slept at all. Her night had been filled with foreboding and unsettling dreams.
Becky always drank her coffee black. Fancy coffee shops with their exotic flavors and steamed milk choices were lost on her. Give her a good cup of dark roast anytime and she was happy. She hoped the strong, fragrant coffee would clear the cobwebs from her mind.
She’d just filled a large mug, when suddenly she felt her long, unbrushed, coppery red hair lift at the back of her neck. A chill ran down her spine. Alarmed, she jerked around, sloshing her full cup in the process. The steaming-hot liquid scorched her hand.
“Ouch! Dang it!” Becky complained as she quickly set the steaming cup on the counter. “Look what you made me do! Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s not polite to sneak-up on folks?” She’d planned to give the unexpected guest a piece of her mind, but stopped mid-sentence when she recognized her visitor, “What the heck… Josh… is that re-really you?” she stammered.
“I’m sorry,” Josh said as he reached out to stroke her arm. His touch sent a chill slithering down her warm flesh. Then, he leaned forward, took her hand, and kissed her damaged fingers. His icy breath soothed the hot, burned skin immediately, but Becky secretly wished he hadn’t done that. She felt creeped-out enough already. She was shocked to see him. Josh looked at Becky with a lopsided grin, “I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday.”
“You certainly did. I haven’t seen you in ten years and you show up like this?” Becky was flabbergasted. Her heart raced erratically and pounded so loudly she wondered if Josh could hear its booming thwack in her chest. She certainly could. Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump.
“Well, don’t be mad at me, Becky. I love you,” His reply was quick and indignant. His stringent voice caused the clean plates in the dish-drainer to rattle. Becky moved back and away from him.
“Look, Josh, this is so inappropriate,” Becky struggled to keep her voice calm. Her five-foot-five inch frame quaked with fear and trepidation as she looked up at him. She knew better than to rile him, “You’ve been gone a very long time and well…,” her words hung in the air between them.
“That’s not really my fault, Becky. I stopped by to see you last night, but you were sleeping. I waited in your room and I checked on you several times. You never woke up. I wanted to see you so badly that I came back this morning.”
Becky shuddered. That explained a lot, especially the restless night. It’s difficult to get any sleep when someone is watching you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. She felt exposed and tried to shake off the uneasiness of that thought as well as seeing Josh again after such a long absence.
She certainly hadn’t expected to wake up to the sight of her long, lost boyfriend today. His presence after such a long absence scared the bejesus out of her. And, to be honest, she wasn’t easily surprised or frightened. Somehow, Josh had managed to do both.
Becky inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm her jittery nerves and then asked, “What happened to you anyway?”
Josh only shrugged his lean shoulders in response. He looked the same as he had all those years ago: tall, young, his blond hair slightly punked like a rock star. He’d always had an appealing sad-and-lonely-artist-thing going on. Those traits seemed to be essential to all artists whether painters, novelists, or musicians.
Josh was a budding musician back then. And, back then, she hadn’t been able to resist his allure. Now that she was twenty-six years old, however, it just seemed unsettling and out of place.
“Where have you been all this time? I think you owe me an explanation.” Becky softly said, trying to keep her tone even and pleasant, trying not to upset him.
“I don’t know,” he replied, looking away.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Becky asked, gently prodding Josh again.
“I remember dancing with you in the backyard under the sparkly lights your parents set up. We slow danced. Your folks were awesome. They were always so cool and thoughtful, making everything just right for you. Not like mine at all.” The last sentence sounded bitter.
“My parents were great, Josh. They died five years ago,” Becky said. Josh fell silent and looked at his feet. He couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact with her. Becky carefully chose her next words, “What else do you remember?”
Flashes of lights and people… loud noises… filled Josh’s mind. He shook his head back and forth several times as if trying to shake the images out of his skull. He felt pain… terrible pain in his head. Next, it seemed to center in his abdomen. He clasped his hands across his stomach and leaned over, gasping. Then, the pain traveled back to his head, ear-splitting anguish gripped him. Josh grabbed his head with both hands as if that would stop the onslaught of incomplete visions and torture, but he was still in agony.
Becky watched Josh struggle for several moments. She realized that he was scared. Not just scared, but terrified. Worried about his condition and the consequences more than she wanted to admit, she asked, “Josh? Are you all right?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Josh said, his voice suddenly high-pitched.
“I think we need to talk about it, Josh.”
“Why? What good will it do?” he asked. His tone was icy and Becky knew what that meant. Trying to spark his memories had only succeeded in making him more agitated. It was evident from each clipped sentence he spoke next. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it. I came here to wish you a happy birthday and to see you because I love you. You’re my girl, Becky. You’ve always been my girl. Ever since second grade, you’ve been my Becky. Can’t you just let the rest of it alone? Can’t you just be happy to see me?”
“So wish me a ‘happy birthday,’ Josh,” she whispered, trying to soothe the highly unstable friction.
“Happy birthday, Becky,” he repeated but his heart wasn’t in it. He was already too far gone, too angry, and too volatile.
She’d pushed him to remember and he didn’t want to remember anything about it. She didn’t know the reason for that, but she knew she’d have to find out. She’d have to help him if she could.
As Josh’s frustration grew, Becky noticed all the signs of instability. The lights in the kitchen flickered off and on as if they were also irritated. The electrical charge seemed to spur his anger on. Static filled the air emphasizing his raw emotions.
A harsh chilled air blew across Becky’s face. She took a deep breath determined to face Josh head on. She didn’t want to hurt him. She just needed him to see the truth.
“Josh, look at me,” she calmly demanded. “What do you see?”
He looked at her and then looked away; his response a harsh, noncommittal grunt. This wasn’t going to be easy, but Becky forged on. She’d been here before, she could handle it.
“Do I look like a sixteen year old girl to you?” she softly asked. Josh stubbornly ignored her question. He wouldn’t even look at her for more than a few seconds. “Dang-it, Josh... I’m serious. Please, look at me. Do I look like I did the last time you saw me?”
“You might if you had on the same yellow dress,” he said, mumbling so quietly she almost didn’t catch it. Maybe his reply indicated he was calm again. Becky hoped he was, and wishing for that possibility, she kept going with an ultimate goal in mind.
“Josh, even that dress wouldn’t make me sixteen again,” she said, deliberately keeping her voice soft and gentle. “I’m not that skinny little girl any more. I’ve grown up. I live here alone in the family home because after my parents died I took over their family business. Look at me, Josh, please.” Becky continued to use all her skills, gently pleading with him, but when Josh replied, the contrast was so severe, Becky jumped back away from him.
“Don’t do this!” Josh screamed; his high-pitched voice reverberated around the kitchen bouncing off the tiled floors and countertops. Too late, Becky realized even her best efforts had failed. She’d pushed him too hard and too soon. His mood-swing had zoomed from one to ten in milliseconds.
Becky’s coffee mug shattered into a hundred pieces of sharp porcelain shards. The now warm liquid splattered her face, hair, and upper body. A splinter of broken glass barely missed her left eye. Her ears rang… painfully, causing tears to sting her eyes. She trembled from the dampness that clung to her and the anger Josh had displayed.
She had to admit that Josh was dangerous, more dangerous than she’d imagined. Suddenly, Becky didn’t feel equipped to deal with him. She questioned her position in this knowing that she was also in pain. Hadn’t she suffered the loss just as much as Josh had?
Becky shut her eyes and tried to calm herself again, but there was no calming this panic, this fear. Still, she knew in her heart that she was the only one who could help him. Didn’t she know Josh better than anyone else? When she opened her eyes again, hoping to try once more, the room was empty.
And Josh… well, Josh was gone.
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