Legacy of Ghosts – Chapter 2 – Part 1

For the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting the first three chapters of Legacy of Ghosts in tiny, blog sized nuggets, hopefully a bit a day.

If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can read them here.


This contains spoilers. If you haven’t read Shades of Gray, proceed at your own risk

Jorick woke Katelina the next evening. He checked her wounds and then got dressed in one of his usual ensembles: black jeans and a long sleeved black pullover. He kicked the blue jeans and shirt from the day before under the bed, as though he could pretend he’d never borrowed them from Oren, or even worn them. Katelina contemplated a remark on it but he quickly brushed a kiss across her cheek and promised to return.

After he left, she lay in bed until she summoned the courage to leave the warm covers. The room was as cold as she’d expected, so she quickly pulled on the hated red dress and dashed upstairs.

She stopped at the bathroom, then headed to the kitchen. Kitchens were supposed to be cheerful places, but this one wasn’t. Except for a modern washer and dryer, surrounded by books, the room looked dusty and disused.  The floor and countertops were covered with faded linoleum that said “1950,” and the stove and refrigerator were hardly newer than that. Still, the refrigerator was cold inside, not that there was any food. The only contents were two old-fashioned milk bottles that were partially full of something distinctly crimson. She poked one, but couldn’t bring herself to actually pick it up. Disgusted, she turned to the cupboards, but they held only a dusty box of plastic forks and an even dustier box of aluminum foil.

With no breakfast forthcoming, she decided to roam aimlessly through the house. All of the rooms were stuffed with antique furniture and books. It gave the impression that there’d once been an organized house under it all but, thanks to ravenous reading habits and an apparent love of furniture, it had turned into some kind of weird movie set – including the mysterious white door.

Katelina stood in front of it, her hands on her hips, and waited for it to explain its existence. When it didn’t, she turned the knob uselessly and tried pushing on the door, but to no avail. It was solidly locked.

She wanted to kick it, but decided that was childish, so she wandered back to the front room. A bitter wind buffeted the house and leaked in through various cracks. The hearth sat in the far corner, empty and black, and she wished for more logs. Heck, she could do without heat if she just had a distraction of some kind. There were a lot of books stacked up but no TV, no DVD’s and no computer – unless Jorick had them hidden behind the locked door.

Katelina stood in the middle of the room, and scowled. “Something is going to have to change around here or–“

The thought was interrupted as the front door banged open noisily. A male in a baggy black hoodie dashed inside and then slammed the door loudly.

“Thank God you’re here!” he cried, his back to Katelina as he snapped the deadbolt into place and peered through the door crack. “You have to get rid of them! I’ve been ducking them for a week now!”  His whole body suddenly stiffened, as if he’d just realized who was standing there, and he spun around, his eyes wide. “Who the hell are you?”

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  1. Jonathan Harvey

     /  September 27, 2010

    Such primitive living conditions. How will she survive???


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