Here’s part 10 of my new Damon the Demon story, Cemetery Blues…Read from the beginning here.
The message was sent. All Damon and Tabitha had to do was wait for a reply, which was probably some hours away given the fact it was still early.
They headed back to Damon’s mausoleum. He was in dire need of a hot chocolate. When they got there they found Jabez sitting on the steps outside.
‘Thank heaven’s!’ Jabez exclaimed getting to his feet. ‘I was beginning to worry something had happened to you over at Midnight Mansion. Where have you been?’
Damon looked at Jabez and sighed. ‘So you thought I may have been in danger and decided to wait to see if I could get myself out of it? Very helpful.’
‘Well…you don’t look any the worse for it, whatever happened.’
‘Actually, apart from Mortuatus giving me the willies, he was in fact, remarkably helpful. Come inside. We will exchange information over beverages. I’m gasping.’
All three of them went into Damon’s home. Like most bone house residences, only a fraction of the floorspace was to be found above ground. Given Damon’s job though, he made sure the upper room, usually reserved for tombs, was suitably kitted out for receiving visitors.
He indicated for them to sit around the table while he made three mugs of hot chocolate, which when ready, he placed before them. As they drank, Damon filled Jabez in on what they had so far learnt.
‘That’s not nice,’ Jabez commented when Damon had finished. ‘Not nice at all. Yet not a surprise, given what I found out from taking those witness statements.’
‘Go on,’ Damon encouraged.
‘Well, it seems a couple of folk have spotted some unusual activity over at the Newcombe bone house.’
‘What sort of activity?’ Tabitha asked.
‘Well, they weren’t specific and when I pressed them on it, they clammed up. Seems what happened to Shelly has really made folk nervous. And I don’t blame them.’
‘Neither do I,’ Damon agreed. ‘Right-so,’ he said, pushing away from the table. ‘I guess we are heading over to the Newcombes to see what’s what.’
‘Still need me?’ Jabez asked, his voice hopeful. ‘Or is my part in this now concluded?’
‘You’re coming with us, Jabez.’
The revenant sighed but had the sense not to argue.
They didn’t have far to go. The Newcombe mausoleum was only on the other side of the little copse known by the locals at The Wee Woods.
Once they got there Tabitha was again made to wait outside while Damon and Jabez made sure it was safe. Unlike at the Jennings bone house, the door here was properly closed. Damon gave it a shove with his shoulder, expecting it to require a bit of effort, but the door opened easily, and he fell inside, Jabez hot on his heels.
Not one, not two, but it seemed a whole host of ghosts, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and began to attack them. Jabez screamed obscenities as Damon tried to reason with them.
Yet it was Tabitha that got the ghosts to stop, her presence taking them unaware.
‘What on earth is going on? It’s so busy it’s like a ghost town in here!’
To be continued…
Written for: 13 Days of Samhain vol iii: Day 10: Ghost Town