Excerpt:
Slipping off his jeans and boxer briefs, he unraveled the straps and stepped into the harness, centering it to his body. Then, pulling the front cradle away from his skin, he placed the packer in the sling and positioned it to the left. He had no idea why he did that, but he did. Pulling his boxers back up, he turned sideways to soak in the full view. Swiveling to face forward, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the toilet lid. Inching closer to his reflection, he examined the scars lining his chest a few inches below his nipples. Tracing the seam with his fingertips, he peered into the mirror. A lot changed over this past year.
Glancing to the side, he cocked his head. Rapid breath competed with the drumming of his pulse pumping through his chest, deafening all other sounds. He turned toward the small window that faced the backyard. He was drawn to it, being pulled as if tethered to a rope wrapped around his waist. Padding towards the glass, he rested his shoulder on the frame and peered out. Abruptly he pulled back…what the hell was Kyle doing in his yard? Quickly, he pulled on his t-shirt and jeans and flung open the door.
“Tesoro, I gotta go downstairs.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Margaret rushed into the hallway.
“Fucking Kyle is in the backyard.”
“What? I’m coming with you.”
The teens swiftly took the stairs focusing on their mission to confront the bully who’d verbally abused Alex for the past three years.
Wilby lay on the throw rug in front of the television when they jumped down to the solid wood floor, skipping the last few steps.
“Hey!”
“Wilby, stay in the house.”
“What? Why?”
“Just listen, okay?”
“No.”
Alex narrowed his eyes, but Wilby followed them anyway. Sliding the glass door open, Alex stepped onto the small porch that crowned the yard. Kyle stood in the center of the property on the pathway that split the yard into two equal sides. Behind him stood an unattached garage. There wasn’t a solid fence, only a row of hedges separating their property from the sidewalk and any unwanted guests, like the guy who stood poised and ready for whatever he was ready for.
“Alex, don’t. He’s not what you think.” A young boy stood at his side.
“Jacob, this isn’t the time for games.” Alex narrowed his eyes.
Margaret tapped his shoulder. “What did he say?”
“Not important.”
“Well, looks like Kyle left in a hurry,” Margaret remarked.
“What? What are you talking—” Alex glanced down at Jacob. The little boy shook his head up and down. “You’re kidding me?”
“I tried to tell you,” Jacob murmured.
“Alex? You can see me, right?” Kyle asked in a shaky voice.
The boy glared at the intruder. “Kyle’s like me.”
Jacob had died in a car accident with his mother, and somehow, they were separated. Afraid to face the unknown alone, the six-year-old would haunt the halls at his elementary school until the day he followed Wilby home. He’d heard from others in the ghost world that Alex had special gifts and helped the dead. Alex tried several times to convince the little boy he’d be okay to crossover, but fear had rooted deep, and even the coaxing of a living teenager who talks to the dead wasn’t enough for the boy to go. He’d been a permanent resident of 55 Geranium Avenue ever since.
“Now who are you talking to?” Margaret huffed.
“Kyle.”
“Kyle from school? What the heck? He’s not here—uh oh.”
“Yeaaah. Uh oh.”
“Is he, I mean, is he messed up?”
Alex understood why his girlfriend had asked the question. It wasn’t just because she was curious; it was one of the ways she connected with him. She knew some of the gruesome spirits he’d encountered over the years. They’d had several explicit conversations. Margaret was his everything, and that meant shouldering the burden of seeing things that were hard to look at. Even if it was only through his descriptions.
“No. He looks like he always does.” Alex turned back to Wilby. “Bro, get in the house now, or I’m telling Ma, and you know what’ll happen. You won’t be playing any of your games for a really long time.”
“Okay, okay. Jeez. Just because I didn’t get the know doesn’t mean I have to be sent away all the time.”
“Hey. No one said you’re not getting it. Just wait.”
“Whatever. I’ll be in my room.”
Alex’s heart ached for his brother. He’d been waiting since he was about five to get the gift that most of his family from his ma’s side possessed. There was always the possibility that Wilby could be like his dad, but he tried not to think about it. Alex had seen spirits since he was old enough to talk, but it was different for everyone. There was still time. Alex let his gaze travel from Wilby to Kyle, the terror that had been the starring role in most of his nightmares since the ninth grade now had an aura of a mouse more than a lion. Slouching shoulders, gaunt cheeks, and eyes wide with fear consumed any remnants of the hulk he was.
Alex took a cautious step toward the billowing ghost. A new spirit hasn’t mastered the skills of holding onto a solid appearance, and in the beginning, it can look like ripples in a pond.
“Kyle, what happened to you?”
“I…I don’t know. I can’t remember. Why can’t I remember?”
“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. It happens sometimes. It’ll come back to you.”
Alex glanced over at Margaret. She was biting her cheek. She knew he was lying. It didn’t always become clear what happened to the person, and those were the spirits that went insane. Not fully comprehending their death, how they got there, where they’re going. They refuse the light and wander endlessly in an abyss of the dead, the living, and the creatures that are damned and sinister. Telling Kyle that now would serve no purpose other than a cheap jab at revenge for all the crap he’d done to him. Alex couldn’t do it.
“Kyle, listen to me. We’ll figure it out, but for now, I want you to follow me to my room. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? The guy’s a beast. A creep.” Margaret huffed.
“I know, but he’s a dead creep, and he needs my help.”
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4 comments:
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Happy Book Birthday, Vicki-Ann! Great spells, I enjoyed the excerpt and your book sounds like a great book for my granddaughter to enjoy! Good luck with your book and the tour!
Thanks for sharing it with me and have a terrific day!
An intriguing cover, synopsis and excerpt, Alex McKenna and Death Is Not The Beginning sounds like a thrilling read and I am looking forward to reading all of the stories in this series. Thank you for sharing your Spells, bio and book details
This is a great excerpt, thanks for sharing
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