Free Soul Kissed by Courtney Cole Page B

anything you can think of, including a pillow-top king size bed, if that’s what you want.  If you’re into retro things, I can get you a waterbed.  If you want cutting edge, I can get you one of those foam mattress things that don’t bounce.  Whatever you want, I can do.  You won’t be exactly roughing it.”
    “Seriously?” He looked impressed.  “You can create an entire king size bed out of thin air?” 
    I felt exasperated, but reined it in.  There’s no way that he could possibly know what I was capable of.  Sighing, I studied the line of buildings to our left.  There was a row of empty restaurants, a house of mirrors, a medical check point and a haunted house.  I zeroed back in on the haunted house.  Perfect.
    “Come with me,” I murmured, walking straight toward it. 
    Brennan stayed by my elbow as we approached the spooky gray-sided home with the faux rickety steps.  I knew from experience that the stairs were designed to creak as you climbed them.  During the season, bats and cobwebs hung from the porch, but it was bare now and completely clean. 
    “Here?” Brennan asked incredulously.  “You want to sleep in the haunted house?  Aren’t you afraid of nightmares?”
    I looked at him dubiously.  “Seriously?  I’ve seen things in real life that would make your head spin.  There’s nothing in this house that could possibly scare me unless my father is standing on the other side of the door.”
    I pointed at the black painted door and it flew open, banging into the wall behind it. 
    “And he’s not,” I observed.  “So, we’re good.”
    To his credit, once again, Brennan didn’t even flinch at the use of my other-worldly abilities.  Instead, he grinned. 
    “I’m going to enjoy getting to know you,” he announced.  “This is going to be fun.”
    “Fun?” I questioned.  “Do you enjoy getting chased by a psychotic madman?”
    He shook his head.  “Nope.  But I enjoy camping out with beautiful women.”
    He beamed a huge smile at me and I couldn’t help but feel warmed from the inside out. He thought I was beautiful.  And why did that make me so happy?  Most men found me beautiful.  Why did Brennan’s opinion matter so much?
    I sighed.  Because he was probably my soul mate.  I had a feeling that I was going to get tired of using that as an excuse for everything, even if it did turn out to be true. 
    We stepped inside and except for the light shining in through the two front windows, it was completely dark.  We were in a large foyer, but it was hard to see anything else.  The darkness was shadowy.  I snapped my fingers and the lights came on. 
    “Impressive,” Brennan acknowledged.  “But maybe we should have left it dark. The ambience in here is sort of spooky-chic, don’t you think?”
    He was right.  The empty, quiet amusement park attraction was creepy, to say the least.  And not creepy because of the decorations, but creepy because of the stillness, the emptiness.  It was meant to be filled with screaming patrons. 
    The track that the little train cars traveled on was quiet, the cars apparently stored in another room.  I carefully stepped over one metal rail and walked quickly along the track.  There had to be a bedroom of sorts in this place. 
    Brennan followed behind me and I felt his presence with every breath that he took.  It was as if we had an invisible tie that bound him to me or vice versa.  It pulled us towards each other and it was difficult to resist.
    At the end of a darkened hallway, the track passed through a grotesque bedroom taken straight from an old horror movie.  A mannequin hung from a noose, dangling in the middle of the room.  Red blood-like paint was splattered all over her.  Her lifeless eyes seemed to watch us as I examined the rest of our surroundings.
    A dusty bed was pushed against the back wall, covered in plastic black spiders.  Perfect.  Nothing said a good night’s rest like arachnids, fake or