Deadly Night (18 page)

All four of us guys approached her, cautious, moving up the driveway as a group to where she stood, glancing warily at one another. Fortunately, the security light’s glow illuminated the area surrounding the crazy lady.

Fiona not near as cautious, she stepped up to Charlain and accepted her embrace. I doubt this Nashville debutante saw my wife’s perplexed look when she glanced back at me.

More proof that something’s definitely ‘off’ here.

“
We’re ready to get started if you are,” said Fiona, returning her attention to Ms. Thompson.

“
How
excellen-n-nt-t-t!!
Everyone follow me in-n-n-s-s-i-i-d-d-d-e!!!”

Wearing a white smock and tan slacks, Charlain lightly pulled up on her pant legs as she moved up the steps to her home’s main entrance—like she wore an evening gown instead. Very odd, and now Jackie gave me a disbelieving look, while Angie snickered softly. Great, that’s all it might take for Dragon Lady to snap out of her weirdness and return to her normal high-society bitch self. Bet you’d
love
that, Angie babe!

I could deal with it all, and might even consider it somewhat refreshing, as long as Charlain didn’t get in the way of our investigation. Ghost hunting is a lot like trout fishing….don’t make too much of a fuss or you’ll scare the spooks away. All we’d need is for our host to continue her grandiose promenade much longer, and this investigation’s prospects would become toast.

For some reason I thought of Lizzy Robertson…not sure why. Maybe it’s because we passed under the window where Tom caught the image that looked an awful lot like her face. Or, maybe it had something to do with our host’s bizarre behavior.

“
Jimmy, I want you to come with me while we help Tony and Justin set up the main floor,” Fiona advised, after slowing down to rejoin me. She seemed a little uptight, which made me think her train of thought might be similar to mine. “Jackie and Angie will join Tom upstairs. We should have the remote cameras and recorders on line in the next ten minutes or so.”

Stuff I already knew. But her nervousness let me know that my main job for this investigation would be to hang around her as much as possible—at least until she felt comfortable again. Not sure if her unease was due to Charlain’s behavior or perhaps a hostile spiritual presence she picked up

Lizzy, or her incestuous father, Jeremiah??

Or, maybe it’s our Mafia stalker…. Was he somewhere nearby, hiding in the wooded landscape or perhaps inside the house?

Well,
shit!
That’d sure make things interesting tonight.

It made me pay even more attention to the ostentatious décor…the tall ceilings, imported draperies, and a gallery above with all kinds of nooks and crannies. Such wonderful places to hide and watch from—for both the living and dearly departed.

We followed Charlain into the kitchen, beyond the enormous living room. Hell, even the kitchen was huge. Damn near twice the size of ours, with two islands and an extra pastry oven.

“
The children will retire soon, so I trust this experiment will last no more than an hour?”

She posed this question while pouring herself a small glass of milk. Fiona and I both politely declined to join her.

“
We can do a basic investigation that usually takes a little over an hour,” Fiona advised. “But, are you sure that’s what you want? You asked for a full scale tour when we talked yesterday, and that normally takes two to three hours.”

Charlain looked momentarily confused, like she couldn’t recall that conversation. I swear, man, her eyes turned a shade darker. I wasn’t sure what color they were when Fiona and I first met her, a few weeks back. I could’ve sworn they were either gray or light blue, or maybe even green back then—definitely nowhere near the dark hazel they were now. It was like someone else stood before us.

Ah, Jimbo…get a grip, buddy. Probably just some fancy contacts she’s wearing.

For a frigging visit from our friendly paranormal investigative group? That’s like wearing an evening gown for a plumber’s call. That only happens in porn flicks. I can tell by Fiona’s expression she’s picked up on other contradictions as well.

“
Okay. We’ll make every effort to be done within an hour,” said Fiona, not waiting for our host’s reply. “Jimmy and I will let the others know the game plan and make sure we’re finished by nine-thirty at the latest.”

“
That should work marvelously!” beamed our host, her smile smug.

A trait that made her seem more like herself, I didn’t linger on her expression. Not with those eyes boring into me…. This bitch could hardly stand my ruffian presence just a few days ago, and yet now she finds me alluring?

It might not even be a sexual attraction thing…it could be something else.

“
She’s obviously not herself,” whispered Fiona, right after we left her presence and headed back into the living room. “I’ll go check on the girls and Tom, if you don’t mind hanging with your buddies down here.”

Is she kidding? After getting scrutinized by what I feared might be the female version of Hannibal Lecter, I couldn’t wait to rejoin the presence of my two best friends outside of Fiona and Ricky.

“
What up, Jimmy boy!”

Justin and Tony were finishing the main floor set up, positioning the last camera while being extra careful to not scratch the finish on an enormous cherry book shelf that dominated one wall.

“
Glad to see you two again,” I said, holding the connecting cords to the camera’s video and audio feeds while Tony and Justin secured the connections on either end. “This is turning into one of the weirdest investigations I can recall.”

“
Is that the same lady who gave us so much shit the other night?” asked Justin, looking up toward the gallery, squinting slightly as if he just saw something.

I followed his gaze, but didn’t detect anything odd—at least nothing paranormally odd.

“
Afraid so.”

“
I guess we all can see a big difference tonight,” observed Tony, without looking up until he finished his task. “As long as she’ll stay nice to us, that’s all I frigging care about. I don’t need any more bitches to deal with—especially after the shitty boatload of escalations I took from the douche bag queue today.”

Yeah, that would do it. Glad I didn’t have too much of that crap to put up with at the call center this afternoon.

“
Well, the good news is we’ll only be here for about an hour, and then we can leave this scene,” I told them, feeling a little more relieved as I said this.

“
What? You mean we went to all this trouble for just a frigging
hour?”

Normally happy-go-lucky, Justin sounded pissed. He looked pissed too.

“
We’ll just have to move around here a little faster tonight,” I told him, going into my supervisor mode. Hell, I deal with this type of thing all day, so it ain’t no big thing…at least not yet. That all depended on what Crazy Charlain did next. “As soon as we complete our walkthrough on the main floor, we can see about trading places with the girls and Tom.”

That idea seemed to brighten Justin’s countenance, though not as much as it did Tony’s.

“
What the hell are we waiting for!” he enthused, getting his camera and EMF detector out.

I glanced over at Justin, who apparently had finagled Tony’s new audio recorder from him. His camera already prepped, he motioned for us to follow him out of the living room. Before we made it to the kitchen, Charlain greeted us.

“
Would you like to see where he hung me…the rafter above where he
beat
and
raped
me?”

Holy shit!!

I do believe Justin nearly dropped poor Tony’s recorder. Really, in a way it should be ‘poor Justin’, since he didn’t see her until he bumped into her bosom. It made for a very awkward moment, and a complete invasion of his personal space as she delivered her latest bizarre statement. He’s probably destined for some nightmares…nothing like a face-to-face encounter with a crazy-eyed white bitch talking rape and murder. Good thing this is the twenty-first century and not the nineteenth.

“
Wh-h-o did that to you?” he asked, backing into us while trying to get away from her. Our Dragon Lady completely freaked him out.

“
Why…
he
did!”

She pointed at me. As she did, her smile faded…faded fast actually. Her expression changed to anger, and the only positive out of this were her empty hands. No sharp objects in them…yet.

Shit, where’s Fiona when I need her??

“
Jimmy? No, you’ve got the wrong guy, Ms Thompson,” said Tony. “I’ve known this guy for years, and he couldn’t hurt a puppy dog…much less another person.”

I’m sure he expected his well-intentioned supportive comment to ease the growing tension around us. I hoped so, too—
prayed
it would. But there’s that frigging look in her eyes…turning black? No way. No frigging way!

“
Jimmy?!”
she repeated, her tone derisive while eyeing us both angrily. “No…
no
Jimmy. This is Jeremiah!
My
stepfather. He tried to
kill
me, and I’ve been waiting
so-o-o
long to pay him
back!!”

Still no visible weapons—thank God! But definitely time to
go!
Time to get the hell away from this place…this Twilight Zone house. Fiona told me how the more ‘normal’ Charlain told her how chairs get stacked upon each other throughout the main floor. Charlain’s kids also confirmed this, she told me, and their worsening terror was largely responsible for Fiona moving this investigation up near the top of our ‘to-do’ list. Maybe all along Charlain has been responsible for this freaky funhouse.

“
Oh, okay—I get it!” laughed Justin, slapping at his knee and nearly dropping the recorder again. “You’re acting like Lizzy Robertson, the girl who killed herself like, what…a hundred and forty years ago?
Right??
”

Her expression went blank for a moment, and the normal color of Charlain’s eyes returned. They were light gray with a touch of blue around the irises. She looked like she might lose her balance, but then she caught herself. Her eyes turned dark again, and she leaned forward, bringing her face close to Justin’s. He couldn’t back up, because Tony and I couldn’t move. Frozen where we stood Not cool…definitely not a good scene to be in.

“
You’re wrong, black man,” she whispered, her tone harsh and yet sultry at the same time. “I’m alive…very much,
alive!”

Though it could’ve been a sick joke…a ruse to make our ghost hunter group look stupid and incompetent, I couldn’t be sure this wasn’t somehow real. I mean, what made her eyes to do that? And now that I think about it, the air around us got noticeably cooler…and charged with energy in her presence.

This might sound really crazy and cause some to lose respect for my claim to level-headedness, but I’m ready to believe Charlain has somehow become possessed by a mischievous spirit. Not necessarily Lizzy Robertson, since my own personal research into Catholic exorcisms has turned up case after case of deceased entities claiming to be someone they’re not. Spirits lie, and demons more so.

If that’s the case, there’s little we can do about it...at least tonight. It’s not like we can top the night off with a good ole Southern-styled exorcism. It ain’t happening. Fiona’s significant gifts notwithstanding, we always stick to
investigations
of the paranormal. We’re fact gatherers who present evidence with merely a suggested explanation, and one that’s always open to other interpretations.

Of course, that ain’t gonna do jack for us right now. Our reaction to this craziness?

Once I got a little feeling back in my legs, I turned around and ran out of there. Actually, I tried to go upstairs to round up everyone else, but by then Psycho Bitch had grabbed a butcher knife from a large wooden block on the nearest island in the kitchen. Justin and Tony pulled me out of the house.

The investigation had lasted less than twenty minutes, and the only thing I accomplished was to scream Fiona’s name and for her and the others upstairs to take cover until the police got there. No sooner than we reached the driveway, an unmarked cruiser came toward us. Ed Silver’s car.

For the first time ever, I do believe, I felt glad to see him. Not sure why he came, but his timing couldn’t have been better….well a little earlier would’ve been better. A
lot
better, as it turned out.

A blood curdling scream resounded from upstairs. Ed quickly called for back-up and ran inside the house, with me and Justin following behind him…despite telling us to stay back. Only Tony listened.

The lights had been turned off throughout much of the main floor, with the large chandelier above the foyer the main source of illumination. A shadowed form swung slowly back and forth beneath the gallery’s banister, holding a glistening steel blade in one hand.