The Hauntings of Cold Creek Hollow (Haunted Series) Read online

  The Hauntings

  of

  Cold Creek Hollow

  A Haunted Series novel

  by Alexie Aaron

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ~

  Copyright 2012 – Diane L. Fitch writing as Alexie Aaron

  Revised 2014 dlf

  ALSO BY ALEXIE AARON

  HAUNTED SERIES

  in order

  The Hauntings of Cold Creek Hollow

  Ghostly Attachments

  Sand Trap

  Darker than Dark

  The Garden

  Puzzle

  Old Bones

  Things that Go Bump in the Night

  Something Old

  Coming Spring of 2014

  The Middle House: Return to Cold Creek Hollow

  PEEPS LITE

  Eternal Maze 3.1

  Homecoming 3.2

  Checking Out 9.1

  Ice and Steel 9.2

  CIN FIN-LATHEN MYSTERIES

  Decomposing

  Death by Saxophone

  Discord

  To my son Aaron who suggested I write something different.

  This book could not have happened without the love, determination and support of Kelly and Jim, thank you. Writers need muses and to be amused. Sandy, Margaret Mary, Ian, and Janice, you have brought much more than laughter into my life.

  Thank you to my dear family and friends who inspire me daily.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Chapter Thirty-seven

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  Chapter Thirty-nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-one

  Chapter Forty-two

  Chapter Forty-three

  Chapter Forty-four

  Chapter Forty-five

  Chapter Forty-six

  Chapter Forty-seven

  Chapter Forty-eight

  Chapter Forty-nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-one

  Chapter Fifty-two

  Chapter Fifty-three

  Chapter Fifty-four

  Chapter Fifty-five

  Chapter Fifty-six

  Chapter Fifty-seven

  Alexie Aaron

  Chapter One

  April screamed as something furry rolled over her foot. She set her coffee cup down and looked for the feared rodent. Armed with a broom, she investigated and found a dust bunny being pushed by a draft. It rolled along the mopboard of the remodeled kitchen. A quick sweep of the broom into her dustpan and mystery solved. She smiled as she tucked her cleaning supplies away in the pantry.

  It wasn’t like her to be jumpy, but the old house had been sounding a bit different in the last few days. A faint creak of a stair or the groan of an old hinge wasn’t enough to put April off late nights alone in the house, but it did add to the discomfort of her new hours.

  She was on the midnight to six shift this week which was a pain, but it paid more. April put her headset on and sat down at the computer, plugging into the network as she got ready for the next call.

  “Redwing Phone’s customer service, April speaking. How can I help you?”

  April looked past the computer screen as the customer, Brian Sterling from Tacoma Washington, detailed his problem. She gazed into her living room with pride. She had never thought that she would own a home of her own, let alone a two story, one-hundred-and-thirty-year-old clapboard farmhouse.

  The house had been one of five offered by Restoration Realty. They had come in and stripped out the bad, added the new and popped it on the market. Unfortunately for them, the market crashed. Fortunately for April, she was able to bargain a great price. Sure the front door knob rattled in the middle of the night, and she heard what sounded like creaky footsteps on the porch, but everything could be explained in the light of day.

  “Yes sir, I understand. Let me talk you through the setup procedure...” April keyed in the phone’s type, quickly found the page and started to patiently guide Brian through the email setup application for his phone.

  Brian was waiting to receive the email test she sent when the well-appointed room got chilly. April reached around to put on her sweater that was hanging on the back of her chair. “You should receive it... Oh, you have, good,” she said through chattering teeth. It was evident the farmhouse’s furnace needed some adjustments as she could now see her breath in front of her. “Is there anything else Redwing can do for you?”

  Brian was satisfied and hung up. As April waited for the next call, she buttoned up her sweater and cleaned her glasses to remove a smudge that was interfering with the long sight of the bifocals. She held up the glasses to the light of the computer screen. The smudge wasn’t there. The glasses were sparkling clean. She put them on and looked out into the living room. The distortion was still there. As she reached for her glasses, the distortion moved.

  As a bifocal wearer she was used to “image jump” or ghosts in the lenses. Refusing to spend mega bucks on transitional lenses, April would just have to put up with it. She took off her glasses again, this time staring at where the distortion was, expecting it to be gone. It wasn’t. And now it was moving towards her.

  April pushed her chair back and tried to get up, conscious that the computer was putting through the next call. She regretted not purchasing the Bluetooth headset as she was tethered to the computer by the twelve foot cord. The distortion thickened, and April could see a gray image three feet tall suspended between the wood floor and corniced ceiling. It moved slowly past her towards the casement windows.

  “Hello...” a male voice broke through the haze of her fear. “Is this customer service?”

  Jerked back into this world, April disconnected the call. When she looked up again, the image had form. It was a woman in her middle years, wearing a long printed gown. April reared back. The cord strained at first before it disconnected. Freed, April was out of her seat and backing away from the image.

  Oblivious to April, the woman adjusted the drapes at the window, patted her hair, turned around and disappeared.

  Chapter Two

  Mia leaned against the door of the F 150 and waited. The weather was mild for March, so the hoodie she had on was warm enough as long as the sun continued to dance unfettered by the clouds. Rose said that they would be driving a deep
blue SUV. She didn’t go in for details so Mia had to check out every Ford, GM and foreign model that passed the crossroads.

  “Note to self: no more favors,” Mia said as she pulled her well-worn Cubs baseball cap down over her eyes. She tested her hearing. She could tell an SUV from a sedan by the whine of the wheels on the black top. “Who needs eyes?”

  She heard a sedan slow in front of her, and she pushed back her hat in time to see Deputy Whitney Martin, Whit to his friends, pull up and lower the window of the county sheriff’s patrol car.

  “Hey, Mia,” the dishwater blonde man greeted her with relaxed familiarity.

  “Whit.”

  “Whatcha doing on the side of the road?”

  “I’m manning a speed trap,” she said in mock seriousness.

  “How fast was I going?” Whit humored the young woman.

  “Real, real fast.”

  “Damn, there goes my insurance. You broke down?”

  “Nope, everything’s fine,” Mia said, shuffling a bit from side to side.

  “Spill it.”

  “Rose is having me direct some... clients back to the old Murphy place.”

  “Since when do you work for Rose?”

  “Since I owed her a favor.” Mia hadn’t really thought that Rose saving her place in line at the ice rink last winter would result in Mia now wasting half her day.

  “Well, you’re doing a good deed. Folks get lost back there.”

  “They wouldn’t get lost if the county would replace the road signs. Hell, me and the postman are the only folks that know our way around,” she complained.

  “I hear they’re waiting for the developers to do it.” Whit winced at the thought of developers. “The town is offering the Magnus Group big tax concessions.”

  “Nah, it ain’t gonna happen, not in this economy. Rose’s group is barely hanging on, and they’re just fixing up the old crap.”

  “People got to live somewhere.”

  “But who wants to live back in Cold Creek Hollow? Water’s rusty, no cable TV, no Seven-Eleven,” Mia counted off.

  “Water softeners and satellite TV.”

  “I see you’ve been thinking about it,” she accused.

  “Ah, you know, Sherry is tired of living in town, says it dulls her vibe.”

  Mia chuckled as she thought about Whit’s wife. “Artists and their vibes.”

  “All I know is that there are three houses left, and they’re dirt cheap. So if Sherry wants a new vibe then...”

  “Whit, you don’t want the kind of vibe that is out in the hollow. It’s mean.”

  Whit appraised Mia’s stern face and knew better than to argue the point. “I don’t know, she’s got it in her head...”

  “Okay, at least let me look the place over before you sign anything. Promise me.”

  “Couldn’t hurt. Fine,” Whit said and nodded down the road. “I think this might be your people.”

  Mia followed his gaze, and sure enough, a blue SUV was signaling to pull over.

  “Better get back on the road.” Whit pulled out into traffic and gave a friendly wave to the out-of-towners before he drove off.

  ~

  Burt nodded at the deputy as he pulled in behind the truck. “I think that’s our tour guide,” he told his partner who was busy on the cell phone.

  “I don’t know who we’re going to need yet. I have to see how big a job this is. One, two cameras at the most. Yeah, yeah, probably a hoax, but we need this job to finish out the season... Cross your fingers. I gotta go. Bye.” Mike looked out the window. “That her? She’s a pretty little thing.”

  “Now, you be on your best manners. Remember what happened in Cleveland,” Burt cautioned as he watched the petite blond scrutinize them.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said as he opened his window.

  Mia approached the open window of the SUV.

  “You Rose?” Mike asked.

  Mia looked at the handsome male’s face adorned by expensive sunglasses and said, “Nope, name’s Mia. Rose couldn’t make it. You’re here about the old Murphy place?”

  “If that’s where April Johnston lives,” Mike said, lifting his glasses and looking at his notes.

  “I guess so, never met her. Follow me,” she instructed the driver. “It’s easy to get lost in the hollow.”

  “Yes, Miss, Mrs?” Burt fished.

  “Mia’s fine.” The woman turned on her heel, walked up to her truck and opened the door. She stepped up, still keeping a watch on the SUV out of the corner of her eye. The expensive vehicle with the Kansas plates seemed sturdy enough for the rough roads ahead, but were the occupants? Mia filed her thoughts under “what if” as she started the motor. Checking traffic, she signaled and pulled out.

  “Not too friendly.”

  “She’s not the one to impress,” Burt said as he followed Mia into traffic.

  ~

  Mia pulled off at Cold Creek and waited for the boys to catch up. She rolled down her window and stuck her arm out to point to the road they would be taking and proceeded to turn into a wooded area.

  “What do these guys want with April?” Mia asked herself. Looking back in the mirror, she made sure the boys were behind her before she proceeded. “I wonder if Murphy is up to his old tricks.”

  ~

  “Six turns, two forks, one right, one left… I think we took the left one?” Mike questioned his short hand. “Man, I’ve never seen a place so lacking in road signs.”

  “I guess we know why we needed a guide,” Burt said as they pulled into a dirt track hedged by a pine woods barely wide enough for Mia’s truck.

  As they drove further, the woods receded and farmland cut into the hillside. Nestled in the middle of the clearing was a beautiful, white clapboard house with two outbuildings, one a converted barn and the other a shed of some sort. Mia pulled her truck over at the barn and motioned them to stop. Hopping out of the truck, she met them halfway.

  “You think you can find your way back?”

  “No.” Burt paled.

  “At least you’re honest. I’ll cool my heels for a while. If you’re going to be more than an hour, I’m sure the lady of the house will guide you back.”

  “Fair enough.” He reached out and shook her hand.

  His skin was soft which surprised Mia. He had the look of a laborer but had soft hands. “Just give a holler. I’ll be over by the woodpile.”

  Burt smiled at her retreat. She was a good looking woman. Five two at the most, lean but not too ropey. He caught himself staring. Lord, he was getting as bad as Mike.

  ~

  Mia walked slowly to a hewed-log picnic table adjacent to the woodpile and sat down. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her Bluetooth and adjusted it to her ear. She knew the reception was crap in the hollow, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to make a call.

  He came out of the barn carrying an axe. His torn overalls were dirty with dust and time. The farmer slowly approached her.

  “Hey, Murph.”

  Murphy didn’t say anything but acknowledged her with a tip of his hat.

  “Looks like you’re losing some weight,” Mia teased as the man came nearer.

  ~

  The men watched Mia from the front of the house. She was having an animated conversation, apparently with herself.

  “Who’s she talking to?” Mike asked Burt who was standing on the porch waiting for April to answer the door.

  “She’s on the phone. Got one of those ear thingies...”

  “Bluetooth,” Mike supplied.

  “Yes, why in god’s name do they call it...” he didn’t finish as the door opened and a woman dressed in a dark two-piece power suit stood there.

  “April Johnston?” Mike asked.

  “Yes, you’re...”

  “Mike Dupree and Burt Hicks from PEEPs. We’re here to help.”

  ~

  Mia watched as the men went into the house. The alpha male, Mike, was tall and dark and had spent some time in the
gym. The other was soft but not unpleasantly so. Murphy hoisted himself up on the table and angled his head towards the house.

  “Don’t ask me. I’m only the help.”

  Murphy pulled out his watch and stared at her.

  “I know it’s been a while. I’m surprised you noticed.”

  Three fingers went up and he nodded upwards.

  “Three days? Oh, sorry, three moons. Yes, that’s about right. Can’t get back here with the snow, and besides, April would be a bit put out to see me hanging around her house. I hear she never leaves it. Got some kind of computer job at home.”

  Murphy nodded as he examined the blade of his axe.

  Mia laughed. “Like you know what a computer is, such a liar. Speaking of liars, ran into Whit a while ago.”

  Murphy slapped his thigh and soundlessly laughed.

  “Yeah, I remember when he tried to spend the night in the barn when we were kids. You came in with your axe, and the little shit, well, peed himself. That weren’t nice, but he did deserve it. Claimed that the barn was haunted, imagine that.”

  Murphy slapped his thigh again.

  “Whit says that he and his missus are going to buy one of the three houses up yonder,” Mia said as she jerked her head west.

  The axe-wielding farmer jumped up and slammed his foot down.

  “I know, I told him bad stuff happened out there. Why those reclamation folks had to mess around with those houses... Lordy, gives me the shivers.”

  Murphy looked upset so Mia changed the subject. “Seen old One Feather lately?”

  Murphy pointed to the hillside and mimicked horseback riding.

  “Ah, is he still riding that bay? I know, of course he is, never stops. I think he’s been doing that since...” Mia looked over and smiled as Murphy put his hand down low. “Since, you were a little shaver. Speaking of shaving...” She laughed as he shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his jaw.

  ~