Blood
Secrets
Paranormal/Mystery
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Excerpt:
When they arrived at the top of
the hill, Sara saw the little cemetery buried in deep snow.
A cloudless cobalt sky hung overhead, and her mood had improved
immensely. "Look over there. You can see the fence sticking
up a little above the drifts," said Sara, pointing in a
direction above and to the left of the barn. "Can you see
it?"
"Yes, but I need a little breather
before we go any further. I'm pooped." Lotty's calf muscles
screamed from the long walk through the woods. "I thought
I kept myself in better shape. Walking on these beaver tails
takes a lot more energy than I have, I'm a fanny sitter."
Lotty arched her back and tilted her head upward; a surge
of excitement seized her. "Look, Sara, look up behind the
barn. More stones--up there!"
A breeze made the branches of a
pine tree behind them sway and powdery snow spilled to the
ground as wavering shadows cast across the dazzling white
ground in front of them. Sara moved forward past Lotty,
spreading her hand in front of her eyes against the sun.
"Yes," she whispered, "I see them." Sara's face didn't change
expression, but Lotty saw something in her eyes becoming
darkly excited. "I believe you've discovered the rest of
my ancestors."
If one could pinpoint a split second
in time when obsession replaced colossal curiosity, at this
moment framed by the enormity of the landscape around her,
Sara's determination to find her place in this family deepened
to a fixation of which even she was not aware. Here also,
Lotty began to realize how numbed she had become to the
intervening strangeness of Sara's behavior.
They made their way up the hill,
unable to see the erosion that lay underneath the deep snow.
They grasped exposed tree roots and spindly bushes to help
pull them along and finally reached a second cemetery, although
it was in fact, the first cemetery. Barely aware of the
ornate iron fence that surrounded it, Sara entered through
an opening past a post with a rusty hinge hanging unfastened
except by one wobbly corroded screw, where many years ago
a gate used to be. Lotty hung back and watched as Sara brushed
snow from first one grave then the next until she had uncovered
five or six burial places. Then Sara stood back motionless
and studied the tombstones as though eyes stared back at
her through them from beneath the earth.
Lotty's skin prickled, but not from
the cold, or the silence of the day, this place, and Sara's
reaction to the family plot made her uncomfortable. Lotty
didn't say anything for a while; her voice became thicker
than usual when she finally spoke. "Let's go down and have
a look at the barn."
Sara looked up at Lotty with wide-eyed
bewilderment and asked, "What should I do now?" Although
the sun shone bright and broad strokes of clear cobalt blue
painted the sky, a cold breeze had picked up. Sara's gaze
moved downhill toward the other little cemetery. "Look down
there, are those shadows? No. Aren't they mourners gathered
around a casket at one of those graves?" She asked the question
as though it would have been the most natural thing in the
world to see people hovering around down there. "Aren't
those mourners at Amy's grave?" Lotty heard Sara's words
echo off the red cliff behind the barn. Amy's grave…
Amy's grave... grave… grave.
Lotty followed the line of Sara's
fixed gaze, and thought she felt the blood flowing through
her veins. It wasn't fear because nothing about the scene
she saw at the cemetery threatened either of them. Nothing
there except trees, shadows, and snow. Nevertheless, the
fact that Sara saw something… well… it was irrefutable.
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