Chapter 21 #2
Fritz rolled his eyes. “Have you dealt with the hysteric lady upstairs? I much preferred the castle without her presence in it.”
“Not yet,” Marcus replied, offering Fritz a fake smile. “We hoped you could share some information before we sought her out.”
“Considering I can no longer enjoy the feel of my favorite chair.” He seemed truly aggravated over that fact. “I will do my best to help you.”
“That would be my fault,” Erik supplied with a tense smile. “Me being here is taking too much energy which stops us all from being able to make contact with objects.”
“I figured as much,” Fritz rumbled. “We had several ghosts in the past, but once they left, we were able to touch our belongings once again. I have to admit that I miss reading my books because you’re here.”
Erik didn’t seem to think Fritz’s words were harsh, he just nodded in understanding. “I plan on leaving tonight with the others, so it should only be for a few hours, I promise.”
“Or until you kick that hussy out of here,” Fritz growled. “I do not enjoy seeing Hanne so distraught. She is the lady of the castle and should be respected, as should I.”
“We completely agree with you on that,” I assured him. “But we need to be close to her before we can banish her and it’s easier to make her go willingly than force her out. At least on us. But we will banish her if it comes to that,” I promised.
“At least she won’t be able to harm you like she did the others,” Fritz said, a small nod of acknowledgement as he did so. “I have faith that you will succeed for that alone.”
We left Fritz in the library, not that he had much to do.
He pointed to the left and said the attic could be reached from the last room further down the hall.
We took that as his way of asking us to leave and get on with it.
We were just as eager to get this case done with, so we hurried down the hall, intent on finding the “hussy”.
“Let me know if things take a turn for the worse,” Dylan said, squeezing my hand as we reached the stairs leading to the attic. “Three squeezes mean I have to be alert.” He demonstrated what he meant by adding pressure on my hand three times.
“Deal,” I grinned, pecking his cheek. “But she shouldn’t be able to do anything with Erik here. The other ghosts couldn’t touch objects either.”
Erik walked up the stairs with Marcus right behind him.
They were too narrow for us to walk side by side, so I walked awkwardly with my arm behind me so Dylan and I could keep touching.
I truly didn’t want to faint here and risk it taking even longer before we removed the ghost. I was also thinking of Erik and Marcus, who kept looking longingly at one another.
I would hate to be in their place and not be able to feel Dylan.
The fact they were here, helping us, showed just what good men they were.
And honorable. They wanted this done before they would likely lock themselves away and cry in each other’s arms.
“Oh, fuck!” Erik exclaimed in surprise, his body halfway through the attic door.
“What?” Marcus asked, waiting behind him patiently.
“It’s a mess in there, also I can’t see the ghost.”
Marcus sighed. “Let’s still check it out, even if she isn’t there.”
Once Erik was all the way through the door, Marcus opened it and followed. I guessed it had to be Marcus’ way of showing Erik that he wouldn’t treat him like a ghost and just push through him to pass, but instead waited patiently and respected Erik’s presence. I liked that for Erik.
Marcus muttered a curse and I could soon see why.
The entire attic was dusty and filled with glass shards and other turned over furniture.
A wooden vanity stood to our right, the mirror that was once attached lay broken in front of it on the floor.
The boxes that were likely stacked neatly once, lay scattered around the left corner and there was so much clutter I couldn’t even tell where most of the glass had come from.
It thankfully wasn’t from any of the windows as far as I could tell.
We walked further into the room, careful not to step on the glass shards as we did so. I was holding on to Dylan hard, neither of us wanting to take any chances.
A loud screech had all of us, except Dylan, screaming in surprise. The ghost appeared in front of us, a red gown on her body, her neck bloodied.
The surprise of seeing her made us jump back, startling Dylan the most, having him land hard on his ass. “Fuck!” he whimpered, holding out his now bloodied hands.
“He fell on the glass!” Erik shouted, flying over to where Dylan winced on the floor, completely ignoring the ghost’s presence.
I hurried to kneel to check his injuries. The ghost had done that on purpose. She truly was a bitch. “Let’s get you to the nearest hospital,” I said, carefully grabbing his arm and ignoring the drops of blood that ran from his palm to his fingers.”
He groaned. “I think I got cuts on my ass too.”
“I’ll drive,” Marcus hurried to say, grabbing Dylan’s other side.
I could tell the bitch ghost was eating at my energy, her anger enough to cause a headache to form.
I wished I could banish her here and now, but the way my poor Dylan bled, we had to focus on him before dealing with the ghost. I fully planned on just returning and banishing her, no longer trying to be nice and help her out.
As mediums, we were taught to always help guide them towards the light because we believed that was the way to be reborn one day.
When we banished them, they disappeared and no one knew what happened to them, which was why it was only done if the other option didn’t work.
This ghost would soon find out what happened to those who got banished, and I didn’t care one bit.