The Weight of Our Souls: Souls of Elkwood County, #1

By Simi Sunny

Everything seems mundane to Gwendolyn Hill, considering her job and social status. Yep, nothing's better than being a funeral director at the Hill Manor, while socializing with her grandmother, her pet cat, and—-wait for it—-her ghost friend. That's right. Gwen can not only see ghosts, but she can also guide them to where they need to go. And to lead the spirits on the right path is to weigh them with a scale and a feather.

Meanwhile, a spirit is sending visions to Gwen, but she doesn't know why. All she can figure out that it may be a threat, but to who?

For people who love The Ghost Whisperer TV series and/or Blackwell game series, The Weight of Our Souls tells a story of one woman who will help every soul, and she will know that she won't always rely on just a scale and a feather.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simi Sunny
• Release date: Sep 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393473725

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Prologue

Every afternoon, eight -year-old Gwen would wait for her playmate to come and hang out with her, despite his family’s warnings. Her friend had his way to spend time with her no matter what, but at the same time, she pondered how her friend was able to meet her. Gwen made sure to do her homework as she promised her grandmother before he would arrive. And Gwen knew if she didn’t, no playtime with her friend.

For fifteen minutes, Gwen had been sitting by the windowsill, looking out for her friend until he arrived riding on his bike.

As excitement took hold of her, Gwen couldn’t help but sprint out of her bedroom and out to the front door, which the smell of cut grass and pine trees welcomed her, followed by her friend’s plump grin. Gwen, said the boy with a hint of eagerness.

Nikhil! I’m still surprised that you would sneak out to play.

I have my ways. He shrugged and placed his bike beside the stairwell. Ready for a fun day of adventure?

You know I am!

Nikhil touched Gwen’s arm before darting away and saying, Tag, you’re it.

The two laughed as they tried to outrun one another. Though to Gwen, Nikhil was faster than her. Whenever Gwen and her classmates play tag or do races, Nikhil would win. There were a few occasions where he gets caught in tag or lose a race, but no one couldn’t outmatch him.

Gwen had been running for a minute or so until her breath became ragged. No fair, she complained as she bent down, her hands on her knees as she was gathering some air. Why couldn’t you make it easier for me?

You know me, Gwen. He stopped and turned to see his friend and smiled as he, too, was catching his breath. I can never control my speed when it comes to games like this.

Gwen harrumphed and crossed her arms.

Nikhil’s smile slightly faded, but the rest remained on his lips when he approached her. Ok, how about a different game?

Ok. Gwen beamed in an instant while thinking up a new game. How about hide-and-seek?

The boy shifted his gaze to the summer blue sky, pondering at the thought before nodding. Fine, but only if we stay away from the cemetery. You know how gravestones terrify me.

I promise. Gwen rolled her eyes. Besides, my grandfather scolded me for disturbing the dead when he saw us playing over there.

I love your grandpa.

Gwen made a small noise at the back of her throat and turned away. You want to count while I hide?

It’s fine with me. Nikhil went over to the tree; his arms were resting on the bark of it, and his head on them. 1, 2, 3, 4...

Quickly, Gwen ran inside her home without even thinking. At first, she almost tripped on the royal red rug with golden leaf designs, but she broke her fall and continued to run. The girl thought that hiding in the attic would be a smart choice, considering her friend never went there before. In fact, the two of them never did.

Multiple times, Gwen’s grandparents told her to not go to the attic; they didn’t want her touching anything. But Gwen wouldn’t be touching stuff if she was playing hide-and-seek. And the aspect of going to the attic made Gwen curious.

It took a few tries for the girl to grab the door to the attic until she got a hold of the cord and pulled, as the stairs gradually slid down. Fear clawed at her insides, but the excitement bubbled at the same time. But it shouldn’t get in the way, because sooner or later, her friend will find her.

Gwen peeked through the surrounding, noticing the spider webs decorated the wooden beams, and dust covered a few areas in the room. The only light that could make the room less dim was the sunlight through the small, round window. When she reached the top of the step, eerie, low whispers were heard. Hello? Gwen called out softly. In response, the soft voices were going on and on.

So Gwen decided to locate the sounds. Strange how Nana and Pop-Pop would keep guests here, she thought.

It didn’t take too long for Gwen to realize the sounds were inside the warm brown and red chest which was also coated in dust. It had been untouched for so long, not to mention that it appeared to be ancient. Why would her grandparents leave this big chest abandoned?

There must be little elves in there! The little girl beamed by the thought of it and decided to unlatch the lid of the chest.

But a big, calloused hand caught Gwen’s wrist, her hand was a few inches from the lock. And just what do you think you’re doing? Her grandfather’s voice was loud and fierce.

Pop-Pop, there are tiny people in there, she whined.

They’re not little, but they’re dangerous! Gwen’s grandfather knelt down and placed his hands on both her shoulders, trying to be gentle. Whatever you do, don’t open the chest. We’re not allowed to do so.

Gwen’s eyes grew wide, but she did not flinch from her grandfather’s warning. But why?

It’s hard to explain, Gwen. I—

Gwen, you there? The sound of footsteps emerged, followed by Nikhil’s head popping out of the doorway. He whipped his head, moving his bangs away from his eyes before he could register what was going on. Was there something I missed?

No, no, replied Gwen’s grandfather as he stood up. I think it’s time that you run home now.

The boy was about to ask why, but Gwen’s grandfather’s glare refrained him from speaking. Gwen frowned as she saw Nikhil leave without a goodbye; she didn’t mean to let her curiosity ruin the fun.

Gwen’s grandfather placed his hand on the back of her shoulder, gesturing her to move. Let’s talk about this with your Nana, later today. For now, help her with the garden.

Yes, Pop-Pop. Gwen released a sigh and exited the attic, but not before she heard an old, harsh laugh.

Soon, I will be free, the soul said.

Chapter 1

G wen, dear, Nana called out from the kitchen. Could you help me for a minute?

I released a sigh and placed a bookmark magnet on the page I was reading before heading into the kitchen. I was trying to enjoy my break as I could without having interruptions, but I guess it didn’t matter now. If only I had a vacation, but it’s less likely to happen, not when my role matters the most.

Back from grocery shopping, Nana? I smiled when I approached her to grab the bag full of goods from her hands.

She set the other bag down on the table before she took her gray coat off. It was pleasant. I got everything I need to make that special dinner you love.

I cannot wait, I said, sounding cheerful, but I was not. Spaghetti with little hot dogs. I used to love them when I was a kid, but I was tired of eating them. The only reason Nana insisted on making them for me because I wanted to lift her spirits. On the bright side, though, Nana would make them once in a while.

Another favor, Gwen.

Say no more. I’ll help you put away the groceries.

Nana patted my cheek. Thank you, dearie, but that’s not it. Your hat, take it off.

I grunted and threw my arms up. Really?

One by one, Nana grabbed every fruit and container as she talks to me. You’re inside. And besides, we’re trying to make things cheerful in the environment.

I shrugged while putting the canned peas and a box of mashed potatoes in the cabinet. There’s nothing cheerful about a funeral home.

Shhh! Nana glared at me before talking in a hushed tone. Can’t you at least respect for the dead?

A sigh escaped from my lips, quiet and unnoticeable. As you may know, my family was running the funeral home since, as my grandparents have stated, as long as we could remember. It’s not about family pride when it comes to running the business. As a matter-of-fact, this isn’t all about business. It’s what we do that kept the funeral home running from generation to generation.

When every last grocery was put away, I clasped my hands, relieved that we managed to find space available for new food Nana bought. There were occasions we had to make room. So, I began. Anything else you need before I go back to work?

Not that I could think of so far. She winked at me and turned on the sink as she pulled out a big pot. Just make sure everything’s done and ready to go. Nana’s grin grew even more when she heard the bell from the front door. And it looks like you have a client.

I shook my head and grinned back, as I turned to leave the kitchen. But my smile dissipated when I saw my rival, Grouse. It gets old whenever he comes in. Grouse, I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Gwen. How pleasant to see you. He sure forced the word pleasant," considering he despises me.

I leaned against my brown, wooden desk, and cleared my throat. So what brings you here? Did you decide to come here after you went to a tea party or something?

Grouse pursed his lips and straightened out his red tie, even though it was already neat. Uh, no. And it was just a social gathering I had to attend with my father. When I rolled my eyes, he pressed on. I came by to say I will not stop to find out what’s wrong with your business, and I will do anything to stop it.

I grunted and threw my hands up. Every day, Grouse would make a nonsensical accusation on me and the funeral home. And, believe it or not, he and his father had made absurd accusations since they came to town when I was young. It was annoying to my grandparents when Grouse’s father fought with them, and now I’m tired of Grouse fighting with me.

Does it occur to you that this is not about business? I asked, my hand on my hips.

Yes, but there’s more to it. Grouse took a step forward, his light green eyes filled with hatred. You run a mockery to the dead and God.

What are you talking about?

I’ve seen what you did, Gwen, and God will punish you on the day you die. All this hoodoo voodoo you have created—

Enough with speaking in tongue and tell me! I spat.

I’m talking about exorcism! I know, because I see you writing down something from yesterday afternoon.

I hesitated, my annoyed expression remained until I busted out laughing, causing small tears to escape from my eyes. Through my blurry vision, Grouse’s jaw tensed, a tinge of red formed on his pale cheekbone. What is so funny? he demanded.

I knew I saw you, and—exorcism? I shook my head, releasing all the laughter until I caught my breath. It was a ridiculous statement my arch-rival could come up with. Should I mention that both he and his father are full-fledged religious on Christianity? You sure it’s not these I’ve been working on?

Grouse arched his eyebrow before realization hit him when I pulled out folders of written agreements from my desk, and then quickly set them back. Do me a favor and leave. I need to get back to work.

Hmph. Why should I when—

What is the meaning of all this? I turned around and spotted my grandmother coming out of the kitchen, which she narrowed her eyes at our rival’s son. Grouse, I knew you’re the one that’s causing distress here. I want you to get out and leave us be.

Grouse was about to talk further but decided to refrain and leave.

That immature man, she spat quietly, being mindful to keep the dead at peace. He is just like his father. Before she could get back to cooking, Nana turned to me and sighed. Gwen, get back to work. But next time, try to keep in mind about the dead. We need to make things comfortable and quiet for them to rest.

Yeah, I thought miserably. If Grouse and his father would stop bothering us.

FOR THE REST OF THE day, I have been attentive to my work while organizing paperwork that people filled out. Although, I was at the point of exhaustion when I was showing caskets for the third time in a row, I prevailed until I was done. I was ready to put up the closing sign so that I can read my favorite book and forget everything that happened today.

That was until I heard the doorbell ring when I was shuffling some paperwork aside. In an instant, my heart shriveled.

Cheryl and Cole were standing before me. I was surprised to see them here. Together, after so many years. They didn’t look much different after high school, considering Cheryl was still skinny and wore outfits like Barbie. As for Cole, his brown hair was gelled back and wore a blue, letter jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans. And to think they would outgrow their styles and each other, but nope.

With a natural smile, Cheryl walked up to me and placed her manicured hands on my desk. Gwen? Gwen Hill, is that you?

That’s me. I forced to grin, but I felt nervous being around them.

Well, it’s so good to see you again. Been keeping yourself busy? When I nodded my head, her grin grew even more. I knew you would still be here. People have been talking about you. Oh, honey! Cheryl gestured her boyfriend to come over. Cole, you remember Gwen, right?

Of course, I do. Cole extended his hand as if he thinks we haven’t met before. Nice to see you again.

I had no choice but to take his hand and shake it before pulling it away. Nice to see you, too.

As you might’ve guessed, we’re officially engaged.

As much as I don’t want to care, I had to give my congrats to them. So what brings you here today? It’s almost closing time.

Oh, I see. Cheryl’s lips fell slightly, disappointed by the news. I’m sorry to bother you. I wanted to come here, but I was busy finishing up schoolwork, and my boyfriend had to work—

I waved my hand dismissively, gesturing them to make it short and sweet. I didn’t care what they do in their lives. In fact, I wasn’t sure why they would bother to tell me. Just tell me the reason why you’re here, I explained, keeping my tone light.

Cheryl cleared her throat and nodded. Right. Well, the reason why I came is that I found out my father passed away. I was surprised he’s gone. There were no medical conditions he was suffering. My father would keep himself healthy. Right, honey? 

Cole nodded his head. I almost gagged at the word honey, as if they were already a married couple. But I need to be mindful and try to heed what they were saying. I’m sorry for your loss, Cheryl, I said. I wanted to refrain from stating the next statement I thought of, but it was too late. If you want, I would be happy to assist you.

Her smile lit up, as her aquamarine eyes were teary-eyed by the joyful news. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You don’t know how much it means to me. She hugged me for a brief moment, which my eyes widened by the odd gesture she gave me. I don’t suppose you could give a discount to a loyal friend, huh?

Loyal friend? I questioned by the thought of that. Since when did I become friends with her? Not trying to sound disrespectful while I’m working with my client, but Cheryl and Cole used to tease me since we were classmates in high school. Hell, I didn’t associate with them back then, but they kept teasing me. Better yet, they were the first people to do so along with their friends, which lead almost everyone around my age to be distant with me. I wouldn’t mind, but they do tend to get under my skin a few times.

But the past is the past. I need to put that aside for now.

There would be no discount when it comes to the dead, I stated. but we’ll see what fits your budget. I cannot do it now, because I need the body right away. More importantly, I need the person responsible for making the funeral arrangements.

O-oh, I see. Cheryl nodded as if she made an error. It’s just my mother couldn’t make it today because she’s working. So my mom sent me here, and—I do apologize. The funeral arrangements were all new to me. I’ll make sure to tell her to come tomorrow. I would also tell my mom about sending my dad here.

That’s quite alright. I curled my lips into a polite smile and patted her hand. And it’s my job to send the body here. Did your dad passed away at the hospital?

Yes. I mean—he died at home, but the hospital took my dad’s body.

I rubbed my head, frustrated by what’s going on. But I pulled myself together and released a quiet breath. I’ll make sure to contact them and retrieve the body once you give me the contact information, and we’ll go from there. Other than that, you need to bring your mom so that we can discuss arrangements.

Oh, thank you. Sorry for everything, but I hope we’ll get this taken care of. She gave me another hug before turning to the door. We’ll see you tomorrow.

Don’t be late, I told her before the couple left. I let out a sigh and shook my head. This couldn’t get any worse than this.

Chapter 2

There was so much to process, but I took care of everything from handling Cheryl’s father’s body to how the funeral service would play out. Cheryl brought her mother the next day and discussed everything while going through the paperwork, considering she was responsible for handling the funeral arrangements. And not only did Cheryl brought her mom, but she also brought her fiancé. I didn’t understand why Cheryl would bring Cole to this and, as much as I wanted to leave her fiancé out of it, I couldn’t. She might need more emotional support , I told myself when I first saw both Cheryl and Cole together.

But that was the opposite.

As much as things were calm between me and Cheryl’s mother, I would catch the young couple exchanging odd glances at me, and then they would softly snicker when I had to retrieve paperwork for Cheryl’s mother to sign and show her caskets for her to choose. To be honest, they were never good at concealing their disgusts at me, and they still didn’t today.

So it’s official, I said, glancing at the paperwork briefly before putting them away. The funeral will be tomorrow.

Great. Cheryl’s mother beamed and clasped her hands together. I’m sorry I put so much pressure on you. I’m sure you have a lot of things to do and people to take care of.

It’s not a problem. I’ve been doing this for two or three years, and I saw what my grandparents could do, so don’t worry.

You sure it’s not because she slept in a coffin a bunch of times, I heard Cheryl whisper to her fiancé. And there was no way I was delusional because her mother turned to glare at her, which Cheryl cringed.

Sorry about that, Ms. Hill.

It’s no problem, Mrs. Reseaux—

It’s Ms. Reseaux, she corrected me.

Oh, sorry. It’s just that you and your husband were together until he passed away.

Yes, such a tragedy. She shook her head while placing her hand on her chest. I will miss him.

No, you won’t! a voice screamed in my ear, which I had to stifle a groan. No doubt there was a ghost in the room, but I couldn’t let it bother me, not when I’m with a client. If only I would not deal with a soul today, especially in front of mortal humans.

Ms. Reseaux cleared her throat, her lips quirked into a smile. Anyway, for your generosity and for helping me through troubled times, I would like for you to attend the funeral service.

I arched my eyebrow, astonished by Cheryl’s mother’s proposal. Normally, I would stand outside and give people pamphlets—if it’s in my own funeral home—, which I like because I never liked being in a vast crowd. But because Ms. Reseaux was handing me some invitation, I wanted to shirk away from the idea. Plus, it sounds awkward because I don’t know her husband. Better yet, I’m not even close to Cheryl, and you could see what she was doing while I was helping with funeral arrangements. I’m not sure, Ms. Reseaux. I need to tend to my duties.

What if you have an extra pair of hands? Nana interjected as she stood beside me. It won’t be a problem, Ms. Reseaux. I will take care of the pamphlets and such. Gwen, here, can attend the service.

I scowled at my grandmother for this decision, which she couldn’t discuss with me. I wanted it to be the other way around because my Nana knew Ms. Reseaux’s husband and has associated with him a couple of times. But I knew what my grandmother was trying to do, and I didn’t like it.

Oh, excellent! Ms. Reseaux beamed and took my hand, shaking it. Make sure to be at the church tomorrow morning. Thank you so much for your help.

Not a problem, both Nana and I said in unison, as we both see her, Cheryl, and her fiancé leave. Then, I turned to my Nana, glaring at her. Nana, what was all that about?

Come on, my little Gwen. You need a little fresh air. Get acquainted with people.

But I’m perfectly fine, I pointed out. More importantly, I’m better off doing my job than see Cheryl and her fiancé.

Nana shook her head and sighed. Well, it’s too late now. And look, don’t worry about a thing or two. I can take care of everything. All you need to do is give respect and condolences to the family. They are going through a loss here.

No, they’re not! The same voice was louder than last time, and this time, I let out a groan.

Nana approached me and placed her soft, pale hand on my shoulder. A soul is on the premises, isn’t it?

I nodded and rubbed my temple. There was something wrong with it. The soul was bothering me while I was conversing with Ms. Reseaux. I don’t suppose the soul had any unresolved issues? In fact, could the ghost be Ms. Reseaux’s late husband? Nana, I’m going to have to go down. Keep an eye on everything until I get back.

I took off without looking at Nana, not because she took the invitation for me without discussing it beforehand. Although I was a little mad, I can’t be mad at her for a long time. It was hard for my grandparents to raise me, so I can’t make it harder for my grandmother now. However, I was happy they’re willing to, no matter how frustrating I could be.

As I descended into the basement, what laid on the table was a sleek, silver-gray casket, containing the body of Mr. Reseaux. He was peaceful with his hand overlapping the other, and he wore a black suit and tie. It wouldn’t matter how comfortable he felt, but I could imagine how soft the interior of the casket could be because of the way it appeared. It was no surprise Ms. Reseaux paid so much money for a beautiful, ornamental box for her husband.

Surveying the area, I took a deep breath, trying to be nonchalant even though I had done this before. Mr. Reseaux? Are you there?

For a couple of seconds, there was no response — no hint of wind in the room. The only answer I got was the stillness of the air and silence. I decided to depart until I gasped at the sight of the translucent soul standing before me. Surely, he did not look peaceful like his body because he was shooting me a cold stare. It’s pronounced Mr. Heckerman, he corrected. and yes, I’m here.

Heckerman? Well, now Cheryl’s father passed away, her mother gets to decide whether what she wants to be referred to. Then again, I thought maybe Ms. Reseaux wished to keep her husband’s last name since she appeared to miss him so much. I cleared my throat and managed to smile politely. Right, Mr. Heckerman. I apologize for that. It’s just your wife didn’t mention your last name during our conversation. I should’ve glanced at your record your wife filled out.

You mean my ex?

I shook my head, bewildered by his statement. I beg your pardon?

Cheryl’s father took in my expression and slowly curled his lips in a cold grin. Looks like your client left out so many details between her and me. I wouldn’t say I’m surprised she did, considering we’re very wealthy and well known in this part of town.

That was because Elkwood County is typically medium-sized but very suburban. Most of the time, people would gossip and pass it around to other people in our area. Even Nana would talk about the rumors with me, whenever she comes back from the groceries or flower shops. Let’s say we’re living in a bubble, and there’s nothing much to do than gossip. I wonder if anyone knew about Cheryl’s parent’s secret besides me.

Mr. Heckerman, I began to speak. If you don’t mind, I want to know what happened between you and your ex-wife. You said she wouldn’t miss you. Mr. Heckerman pursed his lips as his shoulders tensed, afraid to give information to a mortal human. If you’re worried about rumors spreading, you don’t need to worry about it. As much as I give condolences to my clients and give them respect, I have more respect for the dead.

Mr. Heckerman’s smile blossomed, but it wasn’t as cold as the one before. His was friendly. I’m not worried about the rumors. Besides, I have nothing to hide. But I’m sure my ex does, and soon, everyone will see.

See what?

Mr. Heckerman leaned against the table where his casket laid and crossed his arms and legs. Way before my death, I caught my wife cheating me with another man who was wealthier than we were. Better yet, he’s brave and adventurous than I am. And, if you’re wondering how I knew him... He paused, driving up the suspense as he said, I knew that man because he was my best friend.

My frown deepened from the man’s revelation. This betrayal was deep and heartbreaking to bear, and it happened a few months before his death. I’m so sorry, sir.

I don’t blame my wife for going with a man who’s better than me, but she had to take my friend away from me. I don’t think I could forgive the two of them. He was the only one left until now.

I arched my eyebrow. What do you mean?

What do you think, dearie? He turned to me, his smile remained, but his voice sounded unfriendly. When years go by, you forget about everything from your past while you find opportunities. Even though I have made much success, I do my best not to change my connection with my old friends and relatives. He waved his hand, dismissing his statement. "Either way, it failed. Even my daughter fails to talk to me since