Demon Wind by Kay wilde Read Free Book Online

the details of the incident exactly as they happened. "What’s really strange is that I didn’t feel like they were there to harm me or even frighten me. It was the incident itself that scared me witless. When it was over, the only thing I could think of was to get out of there as fast as I could."
    As crazy as Jayden’s story sounded, it didn’t even occur to Tyce to question the validity of her words.
    "Good Lord, under those circumstances, anyone would have done exactly the same thing," Tyce insisted.
    While Tyce would by no means consider himself to be a coward, he couldn’t imagine himself sticking around to see what would happen next. Something Jayden said suddenly registered. "Wait a minute. Did you say ... they?"
    "After what I’ve already said, what’s one more buckle on the straight jacket," Jayden responded, making a lame attempt at a joke, when neither of them were in a laughing mood. "When it felt like there were hands on my shoulders, one felt fairly large and firm, the other smaller, almost gentle. I had the distinct impression of male and female. As if rather than frighten me, they were attempting to reassure me. Does that make any sense at all?"
    "Sweetheart, nothing that has happened the past few days makes sense. But it’s time that we get to the bottom of it before anything else happens."

    * * * *

    Seated in Emma Morrison’s cozy kitchen, Jayden and Tyce tried to be patient while the lady poured tea from her china tea pot into matching cups and heaped homemade cookies onto corresponding cake plates.
    "Thank you for agreeing to see us on such short notice, Emma," Jayden, said as she accepted her tea and cookies.
    "No need for thanks, dear. I don’t get out as much as I used to, so I love having guests," Emma Morrison insisted. "How is your grandmother feeling these days, Jayden?"
    "She’s doing really well. Stubborn as always and resisting the restrictions her doctor put on her after the heart attack."
    Emma chuckled and looked at Tyce. "You’re going to have your hands full with that one, young man.
    Don’t think I’ve ever known a stronger willed woman than Theresa Parrish."
    "I figured that out on her first visit," Tyce answered, as he tried to figure out how to get his finger through the handle of the delicate, china cup.
    "Speaking of my grandmother, Emma, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention anything to her about…."
    "Don’t you worry yourself about it, dear," Emma answered before Jayden could voice her request. "No need for anyone else to know you were here, or the reason for your visit. No point in getting her upset over something she doesn’t understand."
    "I wish we did," Jayden couldn’t resist.
    "That’s why you came to me, isn’t it? Your encounter with the so called ... Demon Wind."
    Jayden’s eyes immediately met Tyce’s.
    "I thought so," Emma said, noting their reaction to her question. "It’s unsettling, in the beginning, until you know exactly what happened. Even then, it might take a little time for you to figure out how you personally feel about the experience."
    "Exactly what do we need to come to terms with, Emma?" Jayden asked.
    "My Robert and I, God rest his soul, preferred to call it, temporarily sharing your body with spirits.

    Possession sounds so evil, when we didn’t see it that way at all. The Demon Wind label was never applied to the experience by those touched by it. It was labeled the Demon Wind by family members and I suspect a good number of jilted suitors."
    Her words left Jayden and Tyce speechless. Fully understanding their shock, Emma turned in her chair, leaned down to open the door to the hutch, and retrieved a crystal decanter of brandy. Pulling the stopper from the bottle, she pushed it in Tyce’s direction. "You might want to strengthen your tea a bit."
    "Are you telling us that we were possessed by spirits?" Jayden asked once her power of speech returned.
    Tyce poured a small amount of Brandy in Jayden’s cup, then hearing the