Epilogue
It turned out that Elliot had killed Zach because the producer had planned on coming clean about he and The Boo Crew wanting to fake the paranormal activity for the show. Elliot was afraid the network would can the show, and he couldn’t have that.
The murder had been relatively easy. He’d poisoned the ice cubes for Zach’s grape soda. Elliot wouldn’t tell the police what he’d used, but that didn’t matter. Everyone hoped that the toxicology report would tell them what they needed to know eventually.
Sammy and Cameron talked about it, and they decided that he should stay. Whatever their relationship was, they knew they could figure that out later. But what they couldn’t do was separate.
She knew that the paranormal activity around her wasn’t going to stop, and Cameron was an anchor. He could keep her sane and grounded while she ran her business. Plus, Cameron seemed to genuinely enjoy the work involved with running the bed-and-breakfast.
“I like the cooking and cleaning,” he said when Sammy asked him if he was sure that’s what he wanted. “After preaching to those crowds three times per week, I like the quiet work. It’s honest too. That means a lot to me right now. You understand, don’t you?”
Sammy did.
After a few months, Cameron surprised Sammy with a gift. He’d tracked down the owner of the abandoned summer camp and purchased it for her.
“You said you were going to use the money to help someone,” she said when he presented her with the deed.
“I did, Sammy. I decided that I wanted to keep the money in my family. You’re my family. And can you imagine how your business will explode if you offer haunted summer camp tours as an add-on to the bed-and-breakfast.”
“Thank you, Cameron. I love you. I hope you know that,” she said and embraced him.
“I love you too, Samantha. I always have, and I’ll do anything to make your life whatever you want it to be.”
Sammy sniffled as Cameron held her tighter. Before they parted, Sam’s eyes drifted up to the corner of the room. The twisted wretch that looked like Tabitha Murphy clung to the ceiling behind him.
Copyright© 2017 Sara Bourgeois
All characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
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