The Totes Butters Ghost

By Lenka Dusek

“So anyway there was like this ghost that was caught between worlds because it was like too lame-o to go to hell and too butters to go to heaven; so then this galdem of yolo chicks who were beyond fabulous were like messing with it and made it all super PO and then it was like, OMG, totes mcgoats all on; and they were like seriously freaking and...”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lenka Dusek
• Release date: Sep 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301338351

Lenka Dusek

Lenka Dusek was born in the Czech Republic. She immigrated with her family to the UK in 2002. Having studied English literature at university (Masaryk University, Czech Republic) she decided to take up writing, and became a freelance ghost writer for a number of UK authors. She has had a lifelong interest in mythology. As a teenager she and a group of like-minded students were privileged enough to be able to stay overnight at some of the most notorious haunted castles in Europe, including Moosham Castle in Unternberg, Austria, and Predjama Castle In Slovenia. She has been all over Europe searching for evidence of paranormal activity, and has undertaken extensive research into vampire folklore. Her fascination for the supernatural has never waned. Most of the characters in her works are modeled on the real people, particularly those people she traveled with and who shared her interest in the occult.

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The Totes Butters Ghost

Lenka Dusek

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Chapter 1

Alicia’s heart made an excited little jump. The teenager was just in the process of checking the empty drawers of a dresser built into the walls of her new room. It was a new room, in a new house, in a new neighborhood. She’d accidentally pulled the bottom drawer right out so that it dropped on the floor, and in the gap left behind she could see something half hidden in the shadow. It was just sitting there on the dusty floorboards. Judging by what she could make out it looked like a flat box, or perhaps a thick book.

She reached in with both hands and felt the top surface of the intriguing object. It had a cool, leathery texture… obviously a book then. Tucking her fingers around its soft edges she lifted it out.

A book wasn’t a terribly exciting discovery. When finding something in the built-in bedroom drawers of a very old house a keen young hunter would hope for something a little more substantial than that, such as a gold watch or jewelry or an assortment of old coins. Even a stamp collection would have been something. But still, an old leather bound book was just a little bit better than what she had expected, which was absolutely nothing.

She walked over to her bed, sat down, and flicked the clumpy grey dust of the front cover. Then she put her thumb on the edge of the front cover and opened it.

At that moment her mother walked in. The bedroom door was open. The older woman saw her teenage daughter sitting on the bed and let out a sigh.

‘Alicia, are we going to unpack today or not? You’ve opened, what, one box today? And you have to sit down on your backside now to recover? Come on madam muck, we’ll be unpacking till next Christmas if you keep up like this. You’ve got school tomorrow so you won’t have any energy left then.’

Alicia shrugged.

Her mother suddenly noticed what was on the young lady’s lap. ‘What have you got there?’ she asked. She sat down beside her daughter for a better look.

Alicia didn’t look up. ‘It’s an old photo album.’

‘Oh,’ said her mother, leaning over to see. She peered down at the somewhat blurry sepia images that were now drifting past. ‘It looks like a photo album dedicated to that little girl there.’ She pointed to one of the pictures. ‘See, that one there. She’s in most of the pictures. Where did you find this?’

‘Under the cupboard,’ replied Alicia with a nod. She didn’t take her eyes of the pictures. ‘Man, are you sure it’s a girl?’

‘Of course it is. She’s wearing a dress in most of the shots.’

Alicia shook her head and snorted. ‘Well, she is one ugly girl then.’

‘Alicia! Don’t say things like that!’

‘Well it’s true. Look at her haircut... looks like she’s wearing a helmet. That’s got to be the ugliest haircut of all time. Where’s her fringe gone?’

‘Alicia!’

Alicia ignored her mother. She continued leafing through the pages, letting out soft snorts and shaking her head as she went. Dozens of images flicked passed where the young subject of the album was staring at the camera. There were pictures of her as a toddler, a picture of her smiling on the swing, pictures of her with mum and dad, pictures of her behind a birthday cake, pictures of her with arms around friends - all the usual types of photos one would expect to see in a photo album; only all in black and white.

Suddenly Alicia turned the page onto a class photo. There was the girl again, standing in row three. She found it hard not to laugh at her attempt to smile and look pretty for the cameraman.

‘Look,’ said her mother. ‘Look at what’s written underneath.’ Then she read it out aloud. ‘Rosewood College, room four, 1917. Wow, this is a very old photo book.’

Alicia blew out a breath. ‘Boy people weren’t very good looking back then. Look how much the ears stick out on that guy. He looks like some sort of cartoon figure.’ She shook her head in disbelief. Geez, that’s ugly. Still, he isn’t quite as ugly as that girl… she really takes the cake.’

‘Alicia Borman!’ cried her mother in dismay. ‘Show a little respect. That little lady probably had a much, much harsher life than you. Times were tough back then. They couldn’t all go to the orthodontists or get proper medical treatment like you. They had a hard upbringing. And anyway, besides that, you should know by now that true beauty comes from within.’

‘Yeah right,’ scoffed Alicia. She was well aware of her own attractiveness in the eyes of the opposite sex, and couldn’t imagine what life must be like on the other side of the beauty fence.

‘Look,’ said her mum, suddenly engrossed by the images of the album again. ‘There’s her name.’ She tilted her head and her long auburn hair fell across her face. ‘Judith. That’s a lovely name don’t you think? You don’t hear it much any more these days. Nobody calls their kid that anymore. Judith. It’s got such a nice ring to it. Used to be very popular once… very popular.’

Alicia scoffed at that comment. ‘Yes, well, I think we just solved the mystery of why nobody wants to use it anymore.’

‘Alicia!’ Her mother stood up again, shaking her head. ‘I really despair sometimes. You don’t get that from my side, that’s for sure! When you’ve quite finished gawking at that young lady maybe you could get off your snooty backside and get moving with your bedroom? Do you think you could manage that? There’s still a ton to unpack and I don’t intend to do it all myself.’ She shook her head again. ‘Heavens above!’

With a last glance at the book lying on her daughters lap, and a loud disapproving sigh that was clearly meant to be heard, she turned and left the room.

Chapter 2

A few hours later Alicia was lying on her back on her bed. She’d unpacked three boxes, which she felt was a pretty good effort, and now she needed a little time to recuperate. Teenagers weren’t cut out for hard labor.

She had her cell