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Hungry Ghost: Paranormal Mystery Novelette Elizabeth Eagan-Cox

Hungry Ghost: Paranormal Mystery Novelette

Elizabeth Eagan-Cox

Published March 18th 2015
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May, 2015. New Orleans. Gerard and Suzette Thebeau are the new owners of Cafe Cartier, once known as Cafe Pierre. Before they can open for business, they ask ghost researcher, Lily Duvernay, and clairvoyant, Tony Scot to investigate odd happenings, and hopefully put to rest rumors about the ghost that haunts the cafe:More shadows than light filled the small room.I sat with my knees bent and feet flat on the hard floor. I reached out across the table. Tony held my hands in his.Youre trembling, Tony said.Im energized, just like the Energizer Bunny, ready to hop to it and keep on going.Okay. He closed his eyes and I did the same.Silence inside. Outdoor sounds drifted in. In the distance a police siren headed away. Nearby, a car alarm beeped. In an adjacent neighborhood a dog barked. I tuned out the outside world. Here, in the shadows of this room, silence dominated my thoughts. Then…Music. An old song. Aint That A Shame. Fats Domino, Tony whispered.I concentrated on his voice It was his tone, but not his cadence. Definitely Creole French. Tonys hands were icy cold.I opened my eyes. Glistening beads of sweat clustered at Tonys temples. He was oblivious to it.Bad! Bad! Bad! Tony growled in a voice that was not his own.Female voice. Angry. New Orleans accent. Whose personality can this be? I kept my eyes on Tony.Silence. Then, a boys voice floated through the air. I watched as Tony mouthed the words.I dare ya. I double-dog dare ya! The unseen bully mocked.Tony tightened his grip on my hands. His body flinched in violent spasms and then he lurched forward, collapsing on his arms. I jumped up, turned on the lights, and dashed into the kitchen for water.When I returned, Tony was sitting upright, wiping away the perspiration on his face and neck.I handed him a glass of water. That was quite some session, I said.Well?First off, you said, Music. An old song. Aint That A Shame. Fats Domino. The voice was male and it was French-Creole.That was one of the men who was killed. I sensed it was Rudy Leday.And the song? I asked.Tony shook his head side to side. Oh, god. Lily, that was the song on the radio the morning the murder happened. Fats Domino singing Aint That A Shame was the last sound Rudy Leday heard, before he was killed. Rudy was singing that song aloud.I had no words.Tony took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and asked, What else?In a female voice, with a New Orleans accent, you growled, Bad! Bad! Bad! After that, you were silent. Right before you went into a spasm you said in a boys voice, I dare ya. I double-dog dare ya!Tony shuddered. Three personalities! And not a one of them was the perp.But we don’t know that, I said.