Ghost of a Chance Book 1 in Above the Grave Trilogy (22 page)

“An Ouija board.” Liza said, pointing at the board.
“You use it to speak to spirits. You ask them questions and
they are supposed to answer them by spelling out words or by
pointing to the yes or no.”

“If ye want to know something all ye have to do is ask
me.” Brendan said. “I’m right here.”

 

“Yes, I realize that now. Maybe we can use it to speak
to someone else, Lezetta perhaps or maybe even Mary Ann.”

 

“Aye!” He said grabbing the board and shaking it.

“Hold on there, Mr. Pirate!” Liza said, gently taking
the board from his hands. “Let’s go sit it in the living room.
I’m not sure how it is going to work with you already being a
spirit and all.” She poked the flesh on his hand then with her
finger. “Well, sort of. On the plus side, Drew must love you
or you wouldn’t still be standing here.”

Drew was heading down the driveway ready to get the
hell out of dodge when she saw the candles burning in the
cemetery. “What the hell?” She said to herself and slammed
to a stop, fish tailing the bike and almost flipping over.

She caught herself then stomped toward the cemetery.
She wasn’t going to let some bitch that was buried six feet
under scare her.
This was her property and she could have
them removed any time that she wanted.
Well, maybe not
legally though she didn’t imagine that the law came out here
checking on old grave sites too often.

“Is someone there?” Drew hollered into the gate. No
answer. She was tired of that too. Damn spirits just seemed to
pop up and talk or move things around whenever they felt like
it. At their own damned convenience.

“Ok, I’m coming in. I’m ready to talk. I know you
can talk to me. Brendan talks to me all of thetime.” Just then
she felt a cold breeze that sent chills up her spine.

“Fine, we don’t have to talk about him. We can talk
about whatever you want.” She walked towards Lezetta’s
grave where the candles were burning. All of a sudden they
blew out one by one leaving it very dark inside of the cemetery,
leaving nothing but the moonlight shining on Brendan’s grave.

“Great.” She said aloud. She stopped in front of his
grave and ran her hand over his name and the dates. “If you
are still in the house thenwho is in here?”

Just then she felt another harsh cold breeze in her face.
She felt someone strong and tall pick her up and throw her
against the fence behind her. She screamed before she hit the
fence.
The spirit picked her up again and threw her into
Brendan’s tomb. Just before she hit her head on the tombstone
she heard a deep male laughter. If she would have had time,
she was sure it would have given her goose bumps.

Liza and Brendan had just sat down in front of the
Ouija board when they
heard a faint scream. “Drew!”
Brendan said then ran out of the front door.
Liza tried to
follow after him but he disappeared right in front of her eyes.

“Shit!” She said. She looked up at the stairs to see if
he would emerge from the open door. She saw nothing at first.
Then she saw a faint light. “Brendan?” She whispered.

“Go. Please, go and save her.” He said faintly.

Something was wrong, Liza thought. The curse wasn’t
going the way that it was supposed to. She was just there to
give them a little bit of a push. What happened? He went from
being flesh and blood to a faint light and a very small echo of a
voice. He should be walking her through the gardens by now.
Why he was still stuck in that damned house was beyond her.

She would have to deal with him later. First she had to
find out what was happening to Drew.
driveway trying to listen for
another
nothing. As she approached the cemetery she saw the candles
burning. “Shit! Shit!” She said. There was something going
on here and it couldn’t be good.

She ran down the
scream.
She heard

Liza entered the cemetery at the speed of a snail. She
was familiar with witchcraft. It was in her blood. She was into
the white witch craft though. She didn’t mess with the
darkness and she could feel in her witchy bones when she saw
Drew lying unconscious on top of Lezetta’s grave with candles
lit around her that there was no kind of white magic going on
here.

“Drew?” She whispered when there was no one
around it seemed. “Drew? What is going on?”

Wh
en Drew didn’t answer she looked around as far as
she could see in the candle light. She sneaked in a little closer
to Drew trying not to disturb whatever was going on there
without being caught. She could hear whispers but she wasn’t
sure where they were coming from.

All of a sudden there was a loud boom and the ground
shook beneath Liza’s feet. She tried to catch her balance but
instead fell into Drew’s limp body. Liza caught a glimpse of
the tombstone that lay at Drew’s head. For a brief moment it
was cracked open. Then, right before her eyes she watched it
slowly begin to close.

She had seen enough. She shook Drew to try and wake
her but there was no movement. “Damn it, Drew!” She yelled
at her friend. “We have got to get the hell out of here.”

Liza threw Drew’s arm over her shoulder and pulled
her down off of the grave. Drew was by far stronger than Liza
but luckily she seemed to be skinny as a damn rail these days.
She dragged her across the cold cemetery floor and as she
crossed through the iron gate she heard a woman scream and
then laughter that chilled her to the bone. When she was on the
other side of the fence she heard a young girl’s voice scream,
“No!”

“That place has serious issues.” Liza said breathlessly
as she looked back at the cemetery that had grown dark. It
seemed that the moonlight didn’t even want to be within it any
more.

She pulled Drew into the doorway as far as she could
and with all of the breath that she could muster up she yelled,
“A little help here!” and fell to the floor in front of her friend.

She opened her
eyes
and then watched
a very
transparent Brendan carry Drew to her bedroom. He laid her
on her bed and then knelt down beside her.

“Good to see you coming back into yourself.” Liza
said as she sat on the other side of Drew.

“Is she alright?” Brendan asked.
“I think so. She has a pretty good sized knot on her
head but other than that she just needs to rest.” Liza said with
an uneasy look as she held her hand on Drew’s head.

“What is it?” Brendan asked.

 

“I’m not sure. She is breathing ok. She doesn’t seem
to be herself though.”

 

“Do ye think?” Brendan asked sarcastically.

Liza had to laugh. She was sure that if Brendan knew
what he sounded like compared to the people today he would
understand why what he had just said sounded so funny to her
ears.

“I’m sorry.” She said looking serious again. “I mean
that everyone has ora around them. Drew’s is hard to tell
because she changes color all of the time. She is a very moody
person. Obviously, otherwise you two would be married and
starting a family by now.” She tried to explain when Brendan
cocked an eyebrow.

“There is something else that I can’t really explain; it is
just something that I have learned from healing. You know
how everyone has their ownscent?” She asked him.

“Aye, I suppose.” He replied.

“Well, it’s sort of like that. There is still a hint of
Drew’s scent, however there is something else there that wasn’t
there before.”

“You mean like this ring on her finger?” Brendan said
as he lifted Drew’s hand and eyed the Claddagh ring that he
had given to Lezzetta so many years before, seeing it on
Drew’s delicate hand made his stomach turn.

Brendan carefully put her hand back to her side then
reached out and wiped the hair from Drew’s brow. He then
kissed her lips gently. “She is the most beautiful creature I
have ever seen. The first time that I saw her sleeping I thought
that God had finally sent an Angel to save me.”

Liza saw that Brendan was coming back. She could
almost see him completely again. “You two really are meant to
be together, aren’t you?” She said.

“I hope so.” He said letting a tear run down his face.

“I think it is time that we tap into the other side,
Brendan.” Liza said softly. “There is a lot going on out in that
cemetery that I think we may need to know about.”

They left Drew to rest in the bedroom and came back
out into the living room to sit in front of the Ouija board again.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” Liza asked grabbing
the bottle that they had sat next to the couch.

“No, I don’t believe that my body is up to the simple
pleasures again just yet.
I seem to have lost some of the
sensations that I had from before. I couldn’t feel Drew’s soft
lips.” She saw that his eyes were beginning to tear up but he
wouldn’t let them fall.

“Ok, let’s just get started. Put your hand on the
pointer.” Liza said as she did the same. “Now, in order for this
to work properly you have to barely touch it. Don’t try to
move it yourself, just let the spirits guide.”

Liza realized that what she was saying was ridiculous
considering there was already a spirit on the board.

“I’m not exactly sure how to get this going.” She said
as she closed her eyes. “Is anyone there?” They waited but the
pointer didn’t move. “Maybe we should call for your sister?”
Liza asked.

“Aye, I would like to speak with her. She tried to
contact me once before.”

“She did?” Liza asked wide eyed. “What did she say?
If she contacted you before then this should be easy.” Liza said
then they both looked down quickly as the whole board shook
furiously.

“Hello?” Liza asked. “Mary Ann? Are you here with
us?” She looked at Brendan then with an assuring but nervous
smile.

“Mary Ann? We need your help honey. I think Drew
is with you. I think that Drew has joined you in death.”
Chapter 8
Judgment

Drew had found herself in complete darkness. She felt
all around her but could find no way out. It was cold where she
was. She couldn’t breathe and luckily she realized very
quickly that she couldn’t smell either. When she tried pushing
she realized that her hands kept going through whatever it was
that was holding her in. She pushed up with the rest of her
body and found herself sitting in Lezetta LeBlanc’s tomb. She
grabbed something underneath her and pulled up.
It was a
rotted hand. She screamed and that was when she heard him
laugh.

“Who’s there?” Drew asked shakily. That was when
she saw him.

“Brendan? Oh, thank God it’s you!” She saw him
sitting on top of his own tomb and ran to him. His hair was
tied back only it was hanging crazily from the sides. He wore a
dark purple suit with a lace collar and black tie. She went to
embrace him and stopped. His eyes told her that it wasn’t
Brendan. His eyes were the craziest eyes she had ever seen.

“Aye, my darlin’?” He laughed again. “Doan ye be
afraid o’ me! Ye just come on o’er and give ye o’daddy some
lovin’ now!” His Irish was much more dominant than
Brendan’s had been. In fact she kept waiting for him to say
arrr like a pirate would. She didn’t know how but she knew
that she had to find a way to get away from him. He could
have been the devil himself for all that she knew.

She slowly
started to back
away
when someone
grabbed her arm. “They be callin’ fer me now. You go in my
place and I will stay with him.” A young beautiful girl said
pointing at a light next to her. She recognized the girl from her
painting. Mary Ann.

“Go now, and be quick about it!” She pushed Drew
into the light then.
She barely heard the two of them; it was
like a whisper now. “Danny! What in Haiti’s have ye gone
and done now?” She barely heard the hair rising growl that
must have come from the man who posed as Brendan. Ah, yes,
Danny, the twin. She remembered Brendan telling her about
him before.

That was when she saw Liza and Brendan, the real
Brendan.
Her heart warmed when she saw his eyes.
They
were always so serious, she smiled. She realized then what
they were doing, they were summoning Mary Ann with an
Ouija board, and she was answering their call. Dear God! She
was a spirit!

Drew reached down and tried to grab the pointer. Of
course her hand went right through it. She knew there was a
way but how? She suddenly remembered the movie “Ghost”
and how Patrick Swayze had to put everything that he had into
what he was moving. She would try it. She closed her eyes
and pushed as hard as she could with her mind and her soul.
Nothing still.

“Move damn it!” She yelled as she tried to grab the
pointer again. This time it moved in a circle.

 

“Yes!” she cried and the pointer went to yes.

 

“Oh, oops!” She said calming herself down.

She reached down again and this time she was able to
take control of the pointer with her hand. “Ok, Drew” she said
to herself, “this is serious.”

They watched as the pointer circled the board and then
stopped
on
the
H.
It
circled
the
board
again…E…L…P…M…E.

“Mary Ann!” Brendan yelled.

“Keep your hands on the pointer, Brendan. We have to
concentrate.” She said quietly and calmly. “Mary Ann? What
is wrong, honey? Why do you need help?”

The pointer circled around and around then touching
the letters one by one. Liza had started writing with one hand
as
she
kept
the
other
hand
on
the
pointer.
N…O…T…M…A…R…Y…A…N…N…H…E…L…P…M
…E. The spirit spelled out.

“If you aren’t Mary Ann, then who are you, dear one?”
Liza asked trying to be as polite as possible.