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The Smog: Scary Ghost & Paranormal Horror Story (The Sentinels Series Book 3) Kindle Edition
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From the Inside Flap
"Well, I think that's settled, more or less," says Kneale. "Shall I get the bill?"
"Oh, let me chip in."
Rachel starts to open her purse, but Kneale shakes his head while trying to catch the eye of the waitress.
"No, no, this is on the BBC!" he insists. "After all, it's tax-payers' money." He gestures to a waitress. "Why is it that they always go selectively blind when you want them, but when you don't, they hover incessantly? Ah, that's more like it. Think she got the message."
Twisting around to look behind her, Rachel sees a figure in a black and white uniform appear at the entrance to the kitchen. Kneale is talking again. She turns back to him.
"Before I forget, Rachel, would you be able to make the Herbert James broadcast this week or would you need a bit more time to plan? Find a babysitter and all that?"
"Oh no," she says, "Tony, my husband, is wonderful with Emily, and anyway my best friend lives nearby, so we're very lucky ..."
She trails off, as Kneale's pallid face has become even paler. He drops his teacup and it ricochets off the saucer, rolls off the table and falls to the carpet.
"Tom! Are you all right? What is it?"
Now people at other tables are looking, but not at Kneale, she realizes. Their gazes are fixed on something behind Rachel. She turns to see the apron of the waitress, but instead of clean cotton, it's filthy with black soot. Rachel looks up into a face that's half burnt flesh, half scorched bone. Clumps of hair clinging to the skull.
The jaw drops open and a blackened tongue moves. "Anything else for sir, or madam?"
A woman screams. Another piece of crockery falls, this time with a shattering sound. Rachel shoves her chair back, stands, and puts her arms around the dead waitress. Closing her eyes, she holds the ghost close, feels a skeleton through the scorched uniform. Startled, she opens her eyes.
They've never felt solid like this before, she thinks. And other people can't see them. What the hell's going on? No, I've gotta focus!
"It's the end of your shift," she says firmly, looking into the empty sockets. "You can go home and rest your feet. And there will be no more air raids. No more Nazi firebombs. It's all clear. All clear."
Rachel looks into the empty sockets and waits until the blackness disperses and she is once again just a young American woman in a London tea room holding nothing in her outstretched arms. No more than five seconds have passed since the woman screamed. Rachel sits down again.
"Did that just happen?" asks Kneale.
"Yes," she replies, "and you shouldn't have seen it."
"So, this book of yours," he says in a high-pitched voice. "It's not entirely fiction, I assume?"
- ASIN : B01FZSD09E
- Publication Date : August 19, 2016
- File Size : 354 KB
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print Length : 167 pages
- Publisher : ScareStreet.com; 1st Edition (August 19, 2016)
- Enhanced Typesetting : Enabled
- Text-to-Speech : Not enabled
- Language: : English
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Lending : Enabled
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