Free Deadly Chaos by Annette Brownlee Page B

How can she help me with my ghost problem?”
    Getting comfortable, Janet took a sip of coffee, leaned against the counter, and prepared to share her story. “Judy, that’s my sister, she lives up in Rollinsville. That’s west of Boulder and up a bit higher. Judy had some ghosts in her home. She thought she was going crazy. She’d leave her keys on her desk and she’d come home and find them on the floor. She’d hear things, feel things.”
    “She ever see anything?”
    “Patience, dear,” she said. “Judy is a pragmatic woman. All of us are. I have seven sisters. We’re down to earth and grounded. And not much scares us. One day, she comes home and can’t find her keys. She says out loud, “Give me my damn keys.” The keys flew across the room at her and hit her in the face. She had a black eye for days and needed six stitches. Well that scared her. But she didn’t back down. She did what you’re doing right now. She started searching for information on how to get rid of a ghost. Turns out she had five ghosts living with her. Apparently, back in the 1920’s a group of men were killed there by a disgruntled employee.”
    “How’d she find that out?”
    “Judy called this group in Boulder called the Spirit Savers. They came in, did an investigation. They also researched the history of the home. Then they cleaned the house, sent the spirits away.”
    “Cleaned it?”
    “Yep, did some sort of ceremony that got rid of the ghosts. Sent them on to hell or heaven or wherever it is they were supposed to go.” She waved her free hand in the air over her head and took a sip of coffee. “You should call them to get rid of your ghost.”
    “Maybe I will.” Chaos drained her coffee cup and set it down. “Thanks for the coffee. And the information.”
    “Google them.”
    “What?”
    “Google them. Get their number and call them. Now. You need help. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t waste time, honey. Today is Halloween, the day the veil between the spirit world and our world is at its thinnest, or so they say. Get rid of your ghost today, before he gets stronger. Make him go away so you can go back to your life.”
     
     
    Chapter Twelve
    Suck it Up, Sister
     
    Chaos drove past the house three times.
    It looked nothing like what she'd expected. She imagined that the headquarters for a ghost hunting organization would look spookier, or more professional. The adorable bungalow wasn't at all what she had in mind. White siding with pale yellow shutters, a large covered porch and an arbor laced with climbing roses were as far from creepy. It was about as supernatural a feeling as a pizza. There weren’t even any Halloween decorations on the house. Chaos checked the address again on her phone. Yep, she had the right address. Finally, sucking up her courage, she parked on the street in front of the house.
    Maybe it made sense, she thought as she made her way up the driveway. The last thing a group like this wanted was to attract attention, right? They’d spook their neighbors and perhaps even attract hostile attention if they had skulls and crosses in their front yard. A wind chime tinkled on the porch. Chaos noticed small crystals hung from the otherwise traditional Celtic wind chime. She also noticed a large Celtic cross beside the door. On any other house Chaos knew these small symbols wouldn’t have been noticed but on a ghost hunter’s house they seemed important.
    Chaos reached the front door and took a deep breath. She knocked hard three times and then stuffed her hands into her coat pockets. Even with the bright sun shining, the air was cold and the wind was colder. She could smell the faint scent of snow and knew a storm wasn’t far away.
    The door opened. Chaos took two steps back and repressed a sigh. He was tall - more than six feet and naked from the waist up. Worn jeans clung to his thighs and he was barefoot. Jet black hair hung to his elbows. His hair caught the sun and shimmered like a