Page 1 of The Haunting
Prologue
The Washington Inn – 31st of October.
The storm broke overhead as darkness fell. It didn’t matter that it was early afternoon; it was time for their targets re-emergence. Lightning flashed in forked streaks across the sky as the ground rumbled, and two figures stood watching.
Through the dense woodlands, the wind howled as clouds covered the winter sun, casting a gloomy shadow over the world. The figures were tiny compared to nature’s fury, but they both knew there was more to this than a mere storm.
Something was waiting, lurking, eager for its chance. They had to stop it now.
“Are you certain?” the woman murmured, fear rising.
“It’s safe, my love; I’d never allow harm to come to you,” the man reassured her.
“Do you really think he is here?” she questioned.
“Yes. The house holds the answers we need.”
The guy turned and gazed at the looming building. Worried, his wife pressed closer, and he sensed her distress. “Trust me, I’ll not let anything hurt you.”
“Maybe we should call for help? Perhaps James—or someone?”
“The weather is affecting our abilities. Sweetheart, I can’t even sense another of our kind or the pale imitations of us,” he replied.
Her heart sank. Danger lurked inside that house, and she knew it. Something dark and dangerous waited, and she also knew its name. Her beloved had explained everything; it was only they who could stop this. If they didn’t, a great evil might rise. That couldn’t be permitted, not now or ever.
They were shunned but remained loved; they had friends and family. No, this threat wouldn’t be allowed to endanger the life they’d built. It was time to put an end to this once and for all. Determined, they held hands and moved forward.
Together, they were strong, strong enough to beat what waited for them.
Her shoulders went back as her husband smiled at her. It was time to fight!
Chapter One.
Phoe – 31st of October.
Iground my teeth as Drake completely overlooked my directions and took a turnoff that led to God knows where. Imbecile. Did he think that because I was a woman, I couldn’t give directions? Chance, in the front passenger seat, groaned as I growled at Drake.
Drake ignored me, but Calamity swapped a worried glance with me.
“Drake, you took the wrong turn off!” I blasted Drake.
“No, I didn’t!” he shot back.
“Who has the map, fuckwit?” I retorted. Oh, right, because he was President of Rage MC, he couldn’t be in error at all!
“Babe,” Drake muttered, and that one word said everything.
“You think because I’ve got a pussy, I can’t read a map?” I snapped.
“Don’t answer that! It’s a trap!” Calamity exclaimed, and Rosie elbowed him in the ribs as I turned to glare.
Drake and Rosie spoke together.
“Brother, I can bust you down to prospect!” Drake challenged, but it lacked heat.
“Stay out of it, or we’ll find out how long you can last without sex,” Rosie threatened her husband.
Calamity subsided. Wise man, not wanting to upset his wife; unlike my own darling, bull-headed husband.
