Second practice from the Finding Your Voice class I bought from Holly Lisle. This is not an affiliate link, although if you decide you want to buy a class from her, you can contact me, and I’ll set one up so we both benefit. *smile*
The house at the top of the hill looked down at him, and he couldn’t shake the impression it was watching him. After all, how cool would that be if it was haunted? This was something he desperately wanted because this vacation was turning out to be dull, dead, and a dud of an affair.
He hefted his bag and trotted up the steps, winding here and there through fallen leaves, until he reached the shallow porch where white paint flaked off the rails as he passed.
Surely there would be ghosts.
He jammed his finger into the buzzer and somewhere, deep in the house, bells tinkled.
The door swung open, and he startled despite expecting it. There had been no footsteps, but now a slip of a girl stood there, chubby braids askew.
“You’re late,” she said, and she wondered why she had bothered to answer the door instead of waiting for Mom. Her cousin wasn’t very impressive, freckled and drab. But she didn’t sigh and was polite, belatedly forcing a smile. “Welcome.”
Surely this girl was a ghost, he thought, heart pitter pattering away. “I can put you to rest,” he blurted, and he fumbled at his bag. “I have the supplies right here.”
She took a step back, the door slipping from her fingers and slamming in his face. This was obviously mom’s problem because he was either certifiable or coming on to her so awkwardly it nearly qualified.
She turned to the hall behind her. “Mom,” she called. “Colin’s here.”
“I have candles,” her cousin shouted through the door.
