A Walk on the Haunted Side (Haunted Tour Guide Mystery Book 2) by Rose Pressey Read Free Book Online Page A

on the corner, I pointed. “We’ll be going in there. I have to warn you that people have reported being pushed, scratched, and items have been thrown.” I took no responsibility for what the paranormal might do.
    Even if a little reluctantly, everyone followed me into the old building. The owner, who lived above the shop, left the door open for me so that I could bring the groups inside.
    We stepped into the antique shop. It was crowded with items in every available space. There was just enough room to walk down the middle of the shop. Without warning and as if I had staged it, a small book flew off a shelf and landed with a thud on the ground. The women screamed and the man jumped, almost falling on his butt. I had warned them that it might happen. This was one of the more haunted locations in town.
    “Please be careful and stay on the lookout for more things to happen,” I said.
    We trailed through the building and I told the group about when it had been built and some of the stories people had recalled to me over the years. The walk through this place usually took about five minutes.
    After I took them around the store, we stepped back onto the sidewalk. A chill whirled around us and I wondered if it was from the weather or the spirits. I had just a few more stops for them, and then we would head back to the graveyard. I knew they were anxious to hear about the place. I wondered if Hank and Cady would be waiting for me when I got back. Maybe Cady had talked Hank out of going after all.
    The group had a lot of questions about the hauntings. Thank goodness I was able to answer all of them to their satisfaction. We made our way around to the other buildings and then headed back toward the graveyard.
    “I hope everyone is enjoying the tour,” I said as we walked.
    “It’s been great,” the women said in unison.
    The guy smiled, but he hadn’t said much all evening. The older couple mostly just listened too. 
    “We loved it,” the woman said.
    We’d almost made it back to our starting point. The cool air swirled around us again. I hadn’t expected it to be so chilly this evening, so I had to conclude that it was the paranormal at work. That was when I spotted the floating shadow again. This time it was in front of us near the cemetery gates. When everyone stopped and looked at each other I knew that they had seen it too.
    “I think the shadow is following us,” the middle-aged woman whispered.
    I hated to admit it, but I think she was right.
    “We should get over to the graveyard.” I moved forward, trying not to act alarmed.
    “Is that thing evil?” her husband asked.
    I couldn’t lie to him. “To be honest, I don’t know. It seems to just be following us, so I don’t think it’s anything to worry about,” I said, trying to sound casual. Under the circumstances how casual could I sound though?   
    We finally reached the graveyard again. I glanced back to see if the shadow was behind us. Thank goodness I didn’t see anything. I should be happy that the tourgoers had experienced something, but it was a little disturbing to know that a spirit had followed us.
    One by one we entered the graveyard. Clouds cloaked the night sky and the wind howled around us.
    “This is the spookiest place I’ve ever been,” one of the women whispered.
    “Please watch your step. The ground can be uneven.” I shone my flashlight on the ground in front of me.
    They nodded and followed me past the gates and deeper into the cemetery. I started by telling them stories of the blue ghost whom everyone thought was haunting the graveyard. We weaved around the old tombstones and further into the older section.
    Up ahead I spotted something on the ground. My heart sped up when I realized that it looked like a body. Was this a ghost? More than likely it was. If it wasn’t then I needed to go over and ask the person if he needed help. Possibly it could be someone who had had too much to drink and decided to take a little nap.