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Welcome to the Her Story Calls Annual Halloween SpOOk Fest.
As independent writers we pride ourselves on bringing you the latest, the greatest, the spookiest, the scariest Halloween Tales anywhere on the internet. Well, maybe not the most, but I bet our tales are the most fun. Or maybe we just had the most fun writing them?
At any rate, we love Halloween so stay tuned, sit back and be prepared to be amazed by the frighteningly fabulous Her Story Calls Authors who will wow you with new and exciting original tales of Horror!
Stayed tuned for the first installment of
The Haunted Lover
“What we fear comes to pass more speedily than what we hope.”
—- Publilius Syrus – Moral Sayings (1st C B.C.)
“I don’t know. How can I ever explain it to you? I miss him, and I don’t think I’m ever going to get over it.” Cissie wiped the tears spilling down her cheeks. She lost her true love not two years before, but his legacy was what allowed her to follow her lifelong dream of owning a Bed & Breakfast.
The house was the mansion of former oil magnate Caleb D. Clemmons, who had built it shortly after the war of northern aggression. Clemmons recovered after the Civil war and the south’s enduring occupation by carpetbaggers, when he discovered oil on his property. Old family name, new money, a match made in the dreams of entrepreneurs everywhere.
Caleb’s family still owned land around the county, but the mansion, although well built, had been abandoned for more than eighty years. Oh, it was desirable enough as a property. It’s location at the far edge of the upper echelons of the town’s prestigious historic district, but the place was, in a word, haunted.
Cecelia Lee Shelby, Cissie to her friends and family, purchased the mansion in anticipation of her marriage to Jacob Edward BrownClemmons, Jeb to his friends and family. She knew it was reported to be haunted and claimed she didn’t care. Jeb, ever the charming southern gentleman knew Cissie to be a psychic who frequently consulted those who had passed over, did not care.
When the funeral and the mourning period—for all intents and purposes— were at their end, Cissie began her restoration. With advice from “Cal” her friendly ghost, she restored Magnolia House to its former glory. Of course, this was accomplished with “Cal” by her side on each buying trip. The matriarch of the Historical society, Mrs. J.B. Stuart who was also the President of the Glorious Daughters of the Confederacy, assured Cissie her colors were spot on authentic to the houses original plans. Cal had told her were to find most of the missing furniture. Everything that could be restored was, and those things which could not were replaced with reproductions.
Cissie ended her call and wiping her eyes, she hurried to answer the knocking at the front door. Scott Hancock stood with a hand shielding the glare peering into her front hall. She felt her mouth turn down at the corners but knowing he was the only general contractor in the area willing to work on the haunted house, she pretended to be happy to see him.
Turning the locks and opening the door she smiled, and waved him into the entry. “I didn’t think I’d see you today. “ She turned back to close the door behind him and take a fortifying breath. “The weather man says thunderstorms, and I thought you only had roof and electrical work to finish. Do you think it‘s a good idea to try either of those things during the storm?”
Don’t let him work on the house today. Caleb whispered in Cissie’s ear. He shouldn’t be here, alone with you.
We’re not really alone, Cissie thought. I have Caleb with me. She smiled and headed toward the kitchen where she’d been going over bills at the table when the phone first rang.
“You know, I could help with more than the odd jobs around the house,” Scott smiled at Cissie and put a huge hand across his crotch, adjusting himself. “I could make you forget things.” The smile became a leer as Scott moved forward to stand next to Cissie.
She shivered in revulsion and stepped back placing her hand, palm flat on his chest, to push him away. Panic rose in her, along with a remembered warning from Caleb. He wants to see you naked and pictures you succumbing to his vilest desires.
“I have told you time and again, Scott. It is not mourning for Jeb that allows me to resist you.”
“You’ll come around.” He tugged his jeans down then up and adjusted the rise once more. “Sooner or later, they all want to see what it’s like.” He smoothed a hand through his hair and grabbing his tool belt stepped around Cissie. His arm brushed up against her breast and she heard him chuckle, but decided not to call him on it.
Who else would even come to the house? And she was so close to opening the B&B. Once the work was finished he would be gone and she get on with her life, no fears, no regrets. Besides, this far from town she didn’t think she needed to alienate the only contractor who could and would finish the job.
“It dangerous Scott.” She picked up a stack of bills and the letter opener she’d been using and followed him back into the hall. “Besides, Cal says it’s not a good idea.”
Hmm. I wonder what will happen next? We’ve got four more installments to see what happens between Cal, Scott and Cissie.
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