Ghast Me Gently (Wicked Good Witches Book 4) by Starla Silver Read Free Book Online

me.”
    He let the door slam down over their heads. He looked, but saw nothing moving. “There’s nothing down there.” He assumed she was playing a trick on him.
    He stepped down a rung, sharing her stair and searched the room. He saw nothing but the dim lights of his magical orbs, still floating near the ceiling.
    Eva squished in alongside him, her face paler than usual.
    “I know what I felt, Charlie. Something touched my back. I didn’t imagine it.”
    “Sorry. I don’t see anything.”
    “You don’t believe me, do you?”
    He shrugged, the corner of his mouth turned up in a controlled grin.
    She let out a frustrated groan and motioned for him to continue up the stairs.
    A low rumble echoed inside the room, bouncing off the walls.
    Eva gasped, grabbing hold of Charlie.
    A bright wisp of light swirled toward them darkening as it approached, taking the form of inky black veils that billowed like smoke in front of them.
    Charlie’s jaw dropped. Son of a freakin’ bitch.
    “You don’t belong here! Filthy Howard! Get out! Get out!” The dark tendrils of smoke-like veils engulfed them, sweeping through their bodies and straight up through the rusty door Charlie had let close overhead.
    A coldness crept into their bones, goose bumps springing up on their arms. Charlie grabbed Eva, darting for the exit, bursting out into the sunlight. He slammed the lighthouse door shut, leaning against it as if somehow this would protect them from a ghost that could seep through walls.
    Eva suddenly put her hand over her mouth, nervous laughter funneling out.
    Charlie bent over, shaking his head.
    “That totally just happened, didn’t it?” Eva contained the laughter, a smirk forming.
    “I feel like a ten-year-old kid that just ran screaming out of a haunted house,” Charlie admitted dejectedly.
    “Well,” started Eva, reaching out and patting him on the back. “I guess we can confirm that the ghost girl is indeed real.”
    “Without a doubt.”
    “Do you ever get used to this sort of thing?”
    “You know, you’d think so… but obviously by my pathetic, school boy reaction, no. ”
    “Well good, I don’t feel like a total lame-ass then. And did I hear right? She called you Howard? So… even ghosts know you by name?”
    “It comes with the job. Kind of weird though, she clearly didn’t want me around.”
    “Do you think that could mean anything?”
    “Regarding your father, no. Spirits can get feisty if left to fester in this plane of existence. It’s a shame she doesn’t just move on.”
    “She must have a reason to stay,” figured Eva, once again disintegrating into a mass of doubt.
    Charlie peered into her brilliantly hazel eyes; even etched with doubt and worry they were beautiful. “Ghost girl is a problem for another day. C’mon, let’s keep moving.”
    Eva sighed as they headed toward the parking lot. “We’re no closer to finding my dad, Charlie.”
    “No, but I think we can safely cross the Suicide Light off the list of suspects. Even with a ghost in action, that place was locked up tight.”
    She nodded in agreement. Where the hell are you, Dad? I really don’t need to chase ghosts across the Isle looking… and Charlie. He was being far too nice. She didn’t have time for that, either.
    They walked back to the jeep. Charlie called Michael but got his voicemail. He left a message that their first visit was a bust and they were moving on.
    Charlie motioned for Eva to hand the keys over to him and she did so without argument. Once on the road again, a thought hit Charlie, something he had overlooked.
    How had the ghost girl spoken to them? To his knowledge, spirits needed a vessel to speak to the living; someone like Emily Morgan… someone that could allow a spirit to take over and control their body, temporarily.
    Yes, spirits could appear to the living. And with many years of practice they might even make noise or cause things around them to move. But they were not supposed to be able to