Deadly Night (13 page)

The road sat vacant, with the sun’s glare reflecting off the pavement.

It should’ve made me feel a little better about things, but it didn’t. I couldn’t shake the mental picture of a shiny steel grill glistening in the sunlight. The black Buick from the other night…engine revved up, announcing the return of a stealthy menace to be reckoned with.

I forgot all about the investigation Saturday night. I’m not sure if Fiona did or not, but she never mentioned it. At least not until Jackie and Angie showed up at our door just before eight o’clock.

“
Marie is expecting us
all
to be there tonight!” Jackie advised, her tone a tad annoyed. “That means you’re coming, sister, and Jimmy needs to be there too!”

Angie studied Fiona and me, a wry grin spreading across her face as she surely could tell what we’d been up to. The steamier action had happened right after I loaded the dishwasher around 6 p.m. Like I said before, grief is a powerful aphrodisiac.

The kids were engrossed with their movie, and the second DVD was queued up, ready to go once the first one finished. Alex held a sippy cup in his lap while Ryan drank from a treasured Coke bottle. They looked like life-size Hummel figurines dressed in overalls. I thought it’d just be a half-hour bedroom jaunt with my wife, and then I’d be back to check on our boys.

We must’ve fallen asleep. Running to get dressed, we were just in time to witness Ryan opening the door for ‘Auntie J.’ and her ‘friend’. The kids love Jackie—always have. They’re actually closer to her than Fiona’s younger sister, Tonya.

“
You think they’ll have enough energy left for tonight?” Angie asked Jackie, snickering.

She turned her attention briefly back to Fiona and me at the top of the stairs, sizing us up—especially me—from head to toe. Our hair in tussled messes, at least we were dressed appropriately enough for tonight’s activities: blue jeans, dark Ts, and matching tan Merrills. I tucked in the back of my shirt on the way downstairs to the main floor.

“
They better have
something
left,” said Jackie, casting a disdainful glance at me. As if it was my fault we were ill-prepared for their visit. “We’ve got a few minutes for you two to grab your gear and then we need to hit the road. Tony and Tom have already confirmed our ten o’clock start time. Justin’s got a date tonight, so he’s not sure if he can make it or not.”

“
It might be better if ya’ll handle this one without Fiona and me,” I told her, after noticing the puffiness under my wife’s eyes. “We got some really bad news this afternoon—“

“
Fiona already told me about Mitch,” she said, her tone suddenly saddened. I doubt she even realized she’d interrupted me. “I can’t say enough how very, very sorry I am for your loss, Jimmy.”

“
Then you understand why we’ll be staying home tonight.”

“
I think we should go through with the investigation instead,” said Fiona. “Especially since we’re already a little short-handed without Justin.”

She forced a smile that surprised me, more by the fact it obliterated her bereft appearance. The familiar glow that we’ve all come to expect from her unexpectedly reappeared. Like magic.

“
Well, okay…but I guess I’ll need to stay here and keep an eye on the kids.”

No time to enlist a baby sitter, and frankly I figured me staying home tonight must’ve been the original plan, if Fiona had made prior arrangements to be at Marie Petersen’s place.... But now that I think of it, I sort of remember something being mentioned about another weekend ghost hunt earlier this week.

Honestly, I’d love to tag along for this investigation, since the house is a former working plantation in Bethpage—just south of the Kentucky border. A total infestation of shadow people—lots of photos from prior investigations by our group and another local paranormal group, many of which are featured on the web.

I’ve been there once, and had a pretty frightening experience inside a dilapidated barn on the property.

“
You and Fiona need to be there, Jimmy” said Angie. “Since Justin’s out, and both of us are the newbies, we need our biggest experts, our leaders out there tonight…. Let me stay here and watch your boys. Ryan told me all about his Madagascar DVD while you were scrambling around upstairs, and I think it would be fun. I’ve actually looked forward to getting to know your boys better, and tonight presents a great opportunity!”

Huh?

I worked really hard to keep my smiling expression right where it was, shielding my over-protectiveness when it comes to who watches the boys. Not that Angie wouldn’t do a great job. Her favorite subject other than working on her physique has been the fondness for her brothers back in Connecticut.

“
Marie said it would be okay to bring them along,” said Fiona. “Even though her kids are a little older, she says they’re good with younger children.”

Okay, so that’s taken care of.

“
Really, I don’t mind hanging out here.”

Well, maybe it ain’t.

“
I mean, I guess it’s up to you, Fi—you look a little tired and stressed from everything you’ve been through,” Angie persisted, drawing a curious look from Fiona. “Do you really want to run an investigation with the additional worry of what the boys are getting into while you’re there?”

True. It made me wonder if Angie and my wife have grown closer to each other this past year, though Jackie remains the better friend to them both.

“
Yeah…I guess it would be nice if the boys didn’t have to be out so late tonight,” Fiona agreed. She turned her attention to Ryan, who seemed to be following the conversation closely…little pitchers certainly have big ears, even if he didn’t understand the non-verbal nuances. “How do you feel about Angie watching some movies with you and Alex while Mommy and Daddy go out for awhile tonight?”

I half-expected him to shake his head and grab Fiona’s leg, Ryan’s usual response to spending time alone with a relative stranger, though he and Alex have seen Angie before. His broad smile and eager head nod elicited amused chuckles from us all. The kid already has an eye for strikingly attractive blonds. Just wait until he’s a teenager.

“
Well, okay then!” enthused Jackie, her left eyebrow raised knowingly.

Angie reached down and massaged my son’s shoulder. The wink he gave her made me laugh again…maybe louder than I should have. Luckily, the females in attendance were more caught up in how cute the youngster appeared, rather than the apparent slyness behind Ryan’s gesture. Done so well, my boy. We’ll have to keep an eye out for when his hormones start to go crazy in a few years.

Fiona showed Angie where she stored the popcorn and Ovaltine mix in the pantry, and I gathered the cameras, recorders, and EMF detectors. By the time I’d checked the batteries and extra analog film rolls my wife prefers to work with, Fiona and Jackie were waiting at the front door. We took one last glance at the kids and their new sitter in the living room, and set the alarm system. Jackie unlocked her Isuzu SUV and the three of us climbed in.

Moving down the driveway to the main road, I looked over my shoulder. Nothing seemed amiss. No creepy ninja prowler lurking about, at least not within the protective glow of our front and back security lamps. I pictured my boys as I last saw them, on the sofa, sitting on either side of Angie in the living room. And Ryan…enraptured by her sensuality, her sultry presence.

***

It took damn near an hour to reach Bethpage. Good thing we didn’t attempt this journey earlier in the day, since less traffic was the only reason our trek didn’t take longer. It could’ve taken twice as long had it been rush-hour.

Marie Petersen stood under her porch light, the soft yellow glow drawing a swarm of moths and mosquitoes that circled around her head. A slender woman with dark brown hair, the dark rings beneath her gray eyes revealed a steady increase of sleepless nights. Haggard, from nearly a year with no peace, her lack of rest made her look ten years older, and several of those years had been packed on since our last visit. All brought on by a resurgence of paranormal activity in her home.

As I mentioned earlier, this besieged home once served as a ‘working plantation’. The beautiful antebellum plantations throughout the Deep South—like the Carnton we visited last night—were largely for show rather than functionality, back in the days of slavery. More rudimentary farms were where the real work took place, the back-breaking suffering portrayed in Uncle Tom’s Cabin and which ignited the Abolitionist Movement in the northern states prior to the Civil War.

Marie’s home is a former farm like that, though the house itself has undergone quite a facelift to erase the rudimentary aspects. A wide stream flows through the front of the property, and as Jackie’s SUV crossed the small bridge that brought us up to the single level home’s side, the headlights clearly illuminated the two-story 3,000 square foot addition Ms. Petersen and her former husband added a few years ago. When finally finished, sometime next spring, the house could be a historic showplace—at least from outside it looks like it.

“
We’re here!” Jackie announced, as we stepped onto the porch. Fiona and I paused to pet Marie’s black Labradors, Shelby and Porkchop. The dogs seemed to remember us from our last visit…or maybe they’re just friendly to everyone. “Where are Tom and Tony?”

“
Upstairs, setting up the rest of their equipment, I think,” said Marie. She motioned for us to go on inside, pulling the screen door open just enough to allow us and only a minimal number of moths inside.

I nodded ‘thanks’ and followed Fiona and Jackie, who immediately set out to check the EMF readings in the living room. Frigging creepy, right from the get-go. It made me immediately think of Eddie Murphy’s haunted house joke, just like the last time we were here. Every room on the main floor makes me uncomfortable, man. Fiona told me a while back that the living room and attached kitchen are nearly two hundred years old. Part of the original slave quarters on the property. After the Civil War ended, the next family to take over the farm turned these rooms into the main rooms for the new plantation house, since the first one burned down during the war.

A small room off the kitchen and a hall leading to the main floor’s bathroom are the only other areas that remain from the last plantation house. When the Petersons bought the property six years ago, they made this part of the house livable and immediately began work on the addition.

The kitchen is really frigging creepy, and I’ll confess there’s no way in hell I’d ever spend an entire night inside it—especially if it meant spending more than five minutes inside the smaller attached room. It feels like something unseen in that little hell hole is glaring at me—frigging invisible hostile eyes, and who knows what else. The feeling only fades when I return to the living room—that’s also like last time.

Thankfully, there are enough other places on this property that I find quite interesting, where the cold spots and such are not near as antagonistic. Just as long as we don’t overstay our welcome, that is.

“
Hey, Jimmy…Fiona, Jackie.”

Tony clambered down the staircase from the second level. I can tell he cares for this area of the house even less than me. He nervously glanced toward the kitchen a couple of times before joining the rest of us in the living room.

“
Hey, bro,” I greeted him, forcing my tone to sound better than I felt. “You look like you’re having a ball.”

“
Yeah, you, too,” he shot back. “It’s just like last time…hopefully, we’ll get some stuff on film so we don’t have to come back here for awhile.”

He kept his tone low to not offend our host, who disappeared into the kitchen to grab some soft drinks for everyone. I‘ll bet she feels the same way we do—probably worse now that the shadow people have become more violent. But unlike us, Marie’s stuck here with nowhere else to go. In a couple of hours we’ll be on our way home, while she and her pups will still share this place with their unwanted ‘guests’.

Fiona told us the latest news about this haunting on the way out here tonight. What used to be a couple of these dark spirit forms have grown to five, and the newest phantoms interact with the family on a daily basis. Matthew, Marie’s oldest child, seems to be the focus for most of the activity. Similar to my wife, Matt’s a sensitive who might be more gifted than Fiona. At least she thinks so.

According to the kid, these ‘shadow men’ pursue him throughout each day. Sometimes they sit next to him, on the couch in the very living room we’re standing in. He felt an icy chill while playing a video game last weekend, and when he turned to look, a dark figure sat next to him, turning its undefined face toward him.

That’s messed up as hell, man. But there’s more shit to go with this.

Fiona also mentioned how Matt watched one of the other shadow suckers pick up some crayons belonging to his sister, Kelly, and threw them at both Matt and her. Since he clearly saw what was about to happen he ducked in time. Kelly? Three crayons pelted her in the head, one right after the other, seemingly out of thin air.

I suppose there’s some humor in that, but it won’t be funny if it happens to us tonight.

“
So, Marie, can you show us the spot where something unseen pushed you to the floor, before it started dragging you down the stairs?”

Fiona’s in her mode now…no sign of any trauma from the recent helping of bad news she received today. Good leaders are like that, and it doesn’t matter what field of work we’re talking about. Lawyers, politicians, doctors, and even call center managers have to be able to put aside personal distractions when it’s show time. I’d definitely include lead paranormal investigators too.