These Haunts Are Made For Walking (Haunted Tour Guide Mystery Book 1)

by Rose Pressey

  Tammy headed back toward the front, so I wouldn’t be able to talk with Annie much longer. “I can’t talk much now, Annie,” I said.

  She smiled softly. The screen on the computer lit up. It’s time for me to leave.

  “What do you mean? Where are you going?”

  To the big library in the sky.

  I laughed. “Will you come back for visits?”

  If you’re good I’ll stop back in on occasion.

  I nodded. “That sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Annie, for helping me. Without you I never would have figured out who the killer was.”

  Yes, you would have. You didn’t need me.

  “But you said I did.”

  Even I can be wrong. She smiled.

  Tammy bounced around the corner. “Who are you talking to?”

  When I glanced over Annie had disappeared. I wasn’t good at goodbyes anyway. So maybe it was best that she’d left without a final goodbye.

  “Uh, no one,” I said.

  I had to admit that I was proud of myself for sticking with this job when I could have run back to my ex. I was ready to hang around for the next chapter. Tammy quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t ask again.

  “Anyway, we’ll have to place an ad for another assistant,” Tammy said, starting the conversation up where she’d left off.

  My computer made a noise and I whipped around to look at the screen. I expected to see a message from Annie, but it was just an email from Mrs. Agnew. Seeing her name made my stomach hurt. I hoped she wasn’t firing me via email. Although I guessed that would be better than the humiliation of doing it in person. I clicked open the email.

  Things are looking up at the library. It’s only been a short time, but you’re doing a good job. Please keep it up.

  Surprisingly, she had managed to send me an email. Maybe she’d be open to the social media thing after all.

  At that moment my phone dinged. I reached for it just knowing that it was a text from Annie. But when I looked at the screen my heart sped up. I didn’t think this text was from Annie. I wasn’t sure who this was from.

  I’ll see you on the tour.

  I typed out a message to the number asking who the person was, but the message came back as undeliverable. As if the phone number didn’t exist. I looked around for another ghost, but saw nothing unusual. It had to be from another ghost. How else could I explain it? Would another ghost be on the tour tonight?

  Movement from my left caught my attention. When I looked up I spotted Brannon standing at the counter right in front of me. I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Just wanted to say hi and see how you’re doing.”

  After the kiss, I was still confused. Brannon hadn’t mentioned it since it happened and I didn’t know what to say. I settled on, “I’m okay.” That was when I finally decided to ask. “I saw you with your ex at the festival.”

  He quirked a brow. “Is that why you were hiding from me?”

  I scoffed. “I wasn’t hiding.”

  “I saw you run away from the booth.”

  I waved my hand. “Oh that? I just had to look for a funnel cake…”

  He stared at me as if he wasn’t buying my excuse. Finally, he said, “She came back to town to ask or my forgiveness.”

  What were the odds that my ex had done the same thing at the same time. It was like they had coordinated the trips.

  “What did you tell her?”

  He ran his hand through his hair. “I told her I forgave her.”

  I looked away, but didn’t say anything.

  “But I also told her that I couldn’t get back together with her in a relationship. That part of my life is over. It has been for some time now.”

  I smiled. “I’m happy to hear that.”

  “Do you have a tour tonight?” he asked.

  “No, not tonight. Mrs. Clatterbuck should be happy about that.”

  “I wouldn’t worry about her,” Brannon said.

  “She doesn’t want me to disturb the dead.”

  His face changed. “You realize that’s because she is dead.”

  I was sure the color drained from my face. “What? You’re trying to tell me she’s a ghost.”

  He nodded. “That’s what I’m saying.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?’ I asked.

  “I thought you knew.”

  “No, I didn’t.”

  He seemed kind of calm about this revelation. “How would you like to go on a little ghost hunt tonight?”

  A shadowy mist darted across the room behind him. It looked as if maybe I was going to have to deal with all the ghosts lurking around Devil’s Moon sooner rather than later. At this point I figured I’d better learn more about what I was seeing.

  “Sure, I’m game,” I said.

  About the Author

  Rose Pressey is a USA Today bestselling author. She enjoys writing quirky and fun novels with a paranormal twist. The paranormal has always captured her interest. The thought of finding answers to the unexplained fascinates her.

  When she’s not writing about werewolves, vampires and every other supernatural creature, she loves eating cupcakes with sprinkles, reading, spending time with family, and listening to oldies from the fifties.

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