Good evening all, this is my last post for the day. I will be here again tomorrow for more postings of my supernatural short story, The Truth Behind the Lies. Please join me then. Thank you and good night.
“Hello everyone,” I said upon entering the room, brightened by a few well-placed candles. Christa tried making a break for it out the front, but one shake of my index finger and she knew to stay seated.
“Well…hi Ian,” said Piper nervously. “What brings you here?”
“Ruthie’s ghost!” I said as Christa burst into tears, and granny silently prayed while twisting a small wooden cross between her shaking hands.
“Now I didn’t have noth’n ta do with Ruthie’s murder,” sniveled Christa. “I never believed she would take that voodoo shit to heart.”
“Shut up!” sneered Piper before I glared at him to zip it.
“You didn’t have nothing to do with what?” I asked.
“Sir, please,” interrupted granny. “My grandson and I had no idea that poor woman would believe my Island hocus pocus. I give séances and sell dumb souvenirs for extra money, not cause I have special powers.”
“But you knew Ruthie was conceited-desperate to stay young. That’s why she was willing to do anything to make money. So she could keep paying you for your phony magical services.”