Ghost of a Chance - By Kirkendoll, Kara Page 0,72

pointer didn’t move. “Maybe we should call for your sister?” Liza asked.

“Aye, I would like to speak with her. She tried to contact me once before.”

“She did?” Liza asked wide eyed. “What did she say? If she contacted you before then this should be easy.” Liza said then they both looked down quickly as the whole board shook furiously.

“Hello?” Liza asked. “Mary Ann? Are you here with us?” She looked at Brendan then with an assuring but nervous smile.

“Mary Ann? We need your help honey. I think Drew is with you. I think that Drew has joined you in death.”

Chapter 8 Judgment

Drew had found herself in complete darkness. She felt all around her but could find no way out. It was cold where she was. She couldn’t breathe and luckily she realized very quickly that she couldn’t smell either. When she tried pushing she realized that her hands kept going through whatever it was that was holding her in. She pushed up with the rest of her body and found herself sitting in Lezetta LeBlanc’s tomb. She grabbed something underneath her and pulled up. It was a rotted hand. She screamed and that was when she heard him laugh.

“Who’s there?” Drew asked shakily. That was when she saw him.

“Brendan? Oh, thank God it’s you!” She saw him sitting on top of his own tomb and ran to him. His hair was tied back only it was hanging crazily from the sides. He wore a dark purple suit with a lace collar and black tie. She went to embrace him and stopped. His eyes told her that it wasn’t Brendan. His eyes were the craziest eyes she had ever seen.

“Aye, my darlin’?” He laughed again. “Doan ye be afraid o’ me! Ye just come on o’er and give ye o’daddy some lovin’ now!” His Irish was much more dominant than Brendan’s had been. In fact she kept waiting for him to say arrr like a pirate would. She didn’t know how but she knew that she had to find a way to get away from him. He could have been the devil himself for all that she knew.

She slowly started to back away when someone grabbed her arm. “They be callin’ fer me now. You go in my place and I will stay with him.” A young beautiful girl said pointing at a light next to her. She recognized the girl from her painting. Mary Ann.

“Go now, and be quick about it!” She pushed Drew into the light then. She barely heard the two of them; it was like a whisper now. “Danny! What in Haiti’s have ye gone and done now?” She barely heard the hair rising growl that must have come from the man who posed as Brendan. Ah, yes, Danny, the twin. She remembered Brendan telling her about him before.

That was when she saw Liza and Brendan, the real Brendan. Her heart warmed when she saw his eyes. They were always so serious, she smiled. She realized then what they were doing, they were summoning Mary Ann with an Ouija board, and she was answering their call. Dear God! She was a spirit!

Drew reached down and tried to grab the pointer. Of course her hand went right through it. She knew there was a way but how? She suddenly remembered the movie “Ghost” and how Patrick Swayze had to put everything that he had into what he was moving. She would try it. She closed her eyes and pushed as hard as she could with her mind and her soul. Nothing still.

“Move damn it!” She yelled as she tried to grab the pointer again. This time it moved in a circle.

“Yes!” she cried and the pointer went to yes.

“Oh, oops!” She said calming herself down.

She reached down again and this time she was able to take control of the pointer with her hand. “Ok, Drew” she said to herself, “this is serious.”

They watched as the pointer circled the board and then stopped on the H. It circled the board again…E…L…P…M…E.

“Mary Ann!” Brendan yelled.

“Keep your hands on the pointer, Brendan. We have to concentrate.” She said quietly and calmly. “Mary Ann? What is wrong, honey? Why do you need help?”

The pointer circled around and around then touching the letters one by one. Liza had started writing with one hand as she kept the other hand on the pointer. N…O…T…M…A…R…Y…A…N…N…H…E…L…P…M …E. The spirit spelled out.

“If you aren’t Mary Ann, then who are you, dear one?” Liza asked trying to be

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