Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 15:18:49 GMT -5
The hour when most sane
people were asleep, nice and snug in their beds. Their WARM beds even.
Probably all snuggled up with their significant other, if they were
lucky, and dreaming of fanciful things like money, riches and vacations
on a sunny beach.
But not Jessie Coulter!
Oh no!!
Somehow,she'd managed to get herself elected into yet another ghost search. One
that currently had her digging up bones in an ancient cemetery.
Seriously, did people realize just how disgusting this job was?
The body she was trying to exhume was at least a half a century old and
the ground had sogged into a muddy peat around the damned coffin. It
made getting to it freaking hard and she already felt as if she had
creepy crawlies all over her from the digging process. She felt like
some sort of med evil grave robber but it wasn't to be helped. Something
was going around killing innocent woodsmen in the area and her research
had lead her to this particular deceased.
It seemed that one Miss Abigail Delarose had been a devout hippy lady who had an extreme
agenda for anyone she considered "abusive" to animals. It seemed that
she'd taken shots at more than a few hunters in the area when she'd been
alive and seemed to be doing the same in death. Only, her revenge had
turned much deadlier in that her animal rights antics had lead to
several known hunters being mauled in savage ways by the animals they
hunted.
Which, it had turned out, had been one of Abigails
fondest wishes. She had been quoted many a time screaming that if she
had her way, she'd help the animals treat their predators to the same
treatment given to them.
In death, it looked like she might just have found a way.
HenceJessies presence in this forgotten graveyard in this forgotten graveyard.
Why the hell had she signed up for this job anyways? Hunting things,
saving people? It was a hole lot of crap work for very little crap pay.
Why couldn't she have signed up for yoga teaching or something? At least
then, she'd have something to do besides look at dead, decaying things.
Blowing out a breath, Jessie sighed and glanced at her watch.
She needed to get this done before daylight and Colt started wondering
where she was. She hadn't exactly told him what she was up to since he was tracking down leads on his own case and she
wanted to be back at the hotel before he rolled in.
Which, was looking more and more unlikely every moment.
Hewas gonna be pissed finding her gone but then again.. It was really
nothing new. She'd never been one to stay put where he told her to. Her
daddy had raised them to be self reliant and no amount of protective
hunter older brother was going to get her to hang up her rock salted
shotgun.
Just the thought made Jessie laugh as she leaned over
and busted the latches on the side of the coffin. She definitely wasn't
laughing a few seconds later as the odor of decaying flesh rotted the
inside of her nostrils. It was so bad, it came through the rag she held
over her face and made her want to gag.
Coughing to beat the band,Jessie pulled herself out of the grave before grabbing up her can of
salt and dumping it into the casket. Reaching for her matchs, she was
just about to light one when the sound of a twig snapping nearby had her
spinning about. Instantly, her hand reached for the gun tucked in the
back of her pants and she scanned the area around her.