It’s only 88 days from now
A peek at an idea for you…
Brad surveyed the ancient Victorian home with a jaundiced eye. “If I hear one moan, one groan, or one chain rattle, I’m out of here.”
“Aw, come on. It’ll be fun.” I tugged on his sleeve leading him up the steps.
“Fun for you, maybe.”
“Yeah, I always enjoy hearing a big strong man scream like a little girl.”
“Keep it up and I won’t go in there.” He gave me a look that would curdle milk.
“We’re getting paid. Other people have to PAY to go to this house.”
“Remind me, why are they paying us?”
“The say their ghosts are angry about something and they want us to find out what it is before they open the house to the public for Halloween.”
“Yeah, that’s the part I don’t get. We’re private detectives not freaking ghost busters.”
Posted on August 5, 2011, in Holidays and tagged Author, Dead, Doggoned, Fiction, Mysteries, Novel writing, Post A Day, Post A Day 2011, Writer, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
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“We’re the only ones willing to find out what’s going on.” I said.
He gave me that ‘curdle milk’ look again. “You’re the only one willing, you mean.”
“And you work for me, so you’re willing whether you like it or not.”
Brad sucked in a breath and started up the walk. “Let’s get it done then.”