Haunted

“But you trained to be an actress—of course you can get rid of an accent!” Carter applauded her admiringly.

“An actress, hm,” Matt said.

“I was going to study acting,” she corrected. “I never did. Not in college, anyway.”

“That’s right. She majored in everything else,” Matt said.

“You can’t major in ghosts these days, can you?” Clint asked.

“Don’t be silly!” Penny reprimanded.

Both Carter and Clint shrugged.

Dessert had been served. An exceptional baked Alaska. Darcy was certain that at any moment, an immaculate butler was going to walk in and suggest that the ladies retire to one room, the gentlemen to another, for brandy and cigars.

But there was no butler—not tonight, anyway. They had all helped to serve the meal.

“So?” Penny said excitedly, looking at Darcy expectantly. She had a feeling that she was going to hear the word “so” from Penny a lot.

“So?” Darcy repeated, smiling.

“Do you see him?”

“Who?”

“Our captain!”

“The captain who saved Melody House from the marauding Yankees who were going to burn it down,” Matt reminded her dryly.

Darcy shrugged. “I try just to get accustomed to a house the first few days I’m in it,” she told Penny.

“Oh! Of course. Let all the vibrations get through to you,” Penny said, nodding sagely.

“Something like that,” Darcy agreed.

“So, are there vibrations?” Matt asked, seemingly polite.

She stared straight at them. “The place just trembles,” she murmured.

“With?” he prompted.

She widened her eyes. “Hostility.”

Clint burst into laughter. “The living give out vibes, too, huh?”

Matt stared at Darcy, the flicker of a rueful smile curving his lips. A remarkable transformation came over him. He was almost devastatingly appealing, when he looked so.

“If I’m giving out hostile vibes, it’s not with intent of malice.”

From him, Darcy decided, that was the best apology she was going to get.

“Sometimes it’s not easy to pinpoint just where vibes might be centered,” she said, surprised to realize that she was smiling as well.

And that Penny, Clint, and Carter were all staring at them.

She rose, her movement not as fluid and easy as she would have liked. “It was a wonderful dinner. Thank you all very much. I’ve just realized how late it has gotten. If you’ll forgive me, I think I’ll turn in for the night.”

Matt, Carter, and Clint stood as one. A certain amount of courtesy seemed to have been bred into these men; it was as natural as breathing.

“You’ll be fine,” Carter told her. “I’ve slept in the Lee room. And I’m still here.”

“He didn’t even run down the stairs naked,” Clint said with a wink.

“Thank the good Lord for that!” Penny breathed.

“Hey!” Carter protested. “I look good naked.”

Darcy laughed softly. “Well, I imagine I’ll be all right.”

She was startled to see that Matt looked just a little concerned. “I’m in the house tonight, if there is any trouble, just scream.”

“Ah, but you don’t believe in ghosts!” Darcy reminded him.

He shrugged. “I believe in the power of men to do evil,” he murmured. For a moment, his strange deep gray eyes fell on hers. “I’ll be down the hall.”

She nodded, bid them good-night, and headed out of the dining room and for the stairs to the second floor. She walked slowly, thinking it somewhat amazing that Matt Stone couldn’t feel a thing regarding his house. Penny had asked about vibes. The house throbbed with them. Gentle, lost souls for the most part.

The only malice seemed to come from the Lee Room.

Upstairs, she decided on a quick shower, then brushed her teeth, and prepared for bed.

The room was cool, cooler than it should have been in summer. She ignored it, and the feeling of being watched.

She crawled into bed, somewhat exhausted. She fell asleep with the television on, watching a program on the history of Britain.

Deep into the night, she began to dream. She was herself, sleeping upon the bed, and yet she was not, for she moved, and moved within another persona. Fear clutched the heart of her sleeping self for a moment, for from the moment she felt the coming of the Other, she sensed the anger, a fury that was deep and dangerous. And then…

She was the Other, seeing, feeling, knowing everything he did.

A woman scorned…was a deadly one.

He came in deep thought and silence that evening, angry, but not at all sure, in his conscious mind, just what he intended. In the darkness, he stared at the house, and reflected on all that had been, and all that might come to pass.

The house…the majestic house sat as always. A place with as rich and deep a character as any living person. So it had been from the moment they had first broken ground. Time did nothing but add to the drama that must exist in such a place, as he well knew.

She was there.

He knew that she was there.