The Window In The Painting: The Dreary Portent
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A new home can be a haunting experience.
The old Marlow estate has been abandoned for years… and it's finally for sale.
Sure, it's a little run down, but that's part of its charm. It has history. It has character. Plus, it's priced at an absolute steal.
When Lana moves in, it feels like a dream come true. But she soon discovers that her new home may be filled with more than just antiques.
What's creeping through her house?
What's lurking in the shadows?
What secrets are hiding in its past?
The more she learns about her new home, the more these questions gnaw at her.
It isn't long before Lana goes searching for the answers… dragging her reluctant brother, Shawn, along for the ride.
Will she be happy with what she finds? Or will she wish she'd left the past where it belongs?
Each book in this series is a standalone story, and they can be read in any order.
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The Window In The Painting - Megon Lashley
CHAPTER ONE
The Shop
As the shop door glided open with a gentle nudge, a tiny bell rang out through the air. The sound carried deep into the room and seemed to go on for much longer than such a small bell should have been able. The room overflowed with old objects, antiques collected from all over the world, now waiting to find their perfect home. Dust swirled and danced in the sunbeams streaming through the windowpanes.
The gentle glow illuminated several items in the otherwise dimly lit shop. A glass case housed an old barber’s razor in a lavish wooden box. A porcelain doll with dark ringlet hair and a black ruffled dress sat grumpily on a high shelf. Perched and pouting, her glassy eyes fixed in place and her tiny arms folded in a huff. And on the farthest side of the room, only visible by the small amount of light beaming off its finely polished surface, was an elaborate gold locket.
A soft sizzle cut through the air as the smell of sulfur filled the room. A candle on the counter ignited, as if someone had struck a match and pressed it to the wick. The flame cast a soft light through the shadows, stopping just short of a slender silhouette standing behind the counter. She stepped closer, illuminated now. The young woman grabbed hold of the candle and began her way through the shop toward a bookcase on the wall.
She swept a lock of raven hair from her eyes as she walked, the rings on her fingers glinting as her hand rose into view. Her clothes were a thick, inky black. So dark, in fact, they seemed to swallow the candle’s light each time it neared them. She reached the shelf and directed her gaze to the dusty tomes.
Each book on the shelf had a name embossed along the spine; intricate letters in gold leaf. She ran her finger lazily across the row until she landed on the one she wanted. The name on the book glistened with a slight sheen as she pulled it toward her candle. Lana.
The woman parted her lips and spoke with a soft, inviting tone. All things in this shop come with a story. Some are happy, some are tragic, and some are poetic.
Her eyes flickered briefly to a grandfather clock stood silent in the corner. Its hands frozen in place. A sign in front of it read: Do Not Set The Time.
This story is one of my favorites.
She ran her hand across the cover of the book, tracing Lana’s name with her finger. Lana was an old soul who saw the beauty in things abandoned or forgotten by others. She had the unique gift of being able to see things as they once were, rather than simply as they are now.
As she cracked the spine of the book, the soft leather cover made a gentle squeak.
I quite like Lana. She and I have a lot in common. We both love old things; objects with a story, rich with history... filled with ghosts,
the woman smirked. Though I can’t really say how Lana feels about ghosts these days.
The thick pages of the book crinkled at her fingertips as she turned them with a slow, deliberate hand. Notes and pictures filled the tome, like a dusty, ominous scrapbook of someone’s life. She stopped and smiled as she reached a particular page, smoothing the parchment with her palm. Here we are,
the woman said softly, and she began to read aloud...
CHAPTER TWO
Lana
Lana was the type of person who loved old things. She wanted everything she owned to have a history... a story of its own. So when she decided to buy a house in the country, that’s exactly what she went looking for. Something old. Something with character. Something with a past. And that’s what she found.
The house was the centerpiece of a large estate. Cobblestone walls skirted their way around the property, jagged and slightly crumbling in places. Bits of long dead shrubberies were scattered about the large front lawn. The trees that were still alive twisted awkwardly, their gnarled branches like hands reaching out toward the manor. Clearly, the estate had once been very nice, but it seemed to have fallen into disrepair.
I got it for a song!
Lana announced with a smile that revealed how proud she was of the purchase.
You overpaid,
Shawn replied plainly.
Shawn never seemed to see the beauty of old things the way his sister did.
It’s perfect,
Lana smiled, ignoring him. Wait until you see inside.
The door opened with a light creek; the breeze disturbing the thick layer of dust that coated the house. Lana inhaled deeply. Do you smell that?
Mold?
Shawn suggested.
Lana rolled her eyes. History. This place is like a museum. Look at all the great stuff the previous owner left behind!
The foyer spread seamlessly into a large living space. A dusty couch sat across from an ornate fireplace. Lana ran her hand over the moth-eaten cloth of the sofa, bits of fabric peeling away at her touch. A soft buzz filled the air as the lights flickered on, reluctantly.
Shawn, finger still on the switch, watched the room slowly illuminate. At least the electricity works,
he shrugged and walked toward a particularly stubborn wall sconce that refused to come on.
That’s weird,
he said, examining the sconce.
What is?
she asked, still admiring the battered antique furniture in the room.
This light,
Shawn replied, It looks like all the others, but inside there’s no place for a bulb. It’s just decorative, I guess.
Maybe there was a wiring issue on that wall,
Lana suggested. The house is pretty old. I’m just happy we were able to get the power turned on so quickly.
And that it works,
Shawn added.
That too,
she smiled.
Who’s he?
Shawn gestured toward a large portrait over the fireplace. The lights on either side now illuminated the oil painted canvas.
He was a distinguished-looking man in his late sixties. A soft smile graced his face as his piercing eyes stared back at them. A tarnished golden plaque below the painting read: Percival Winston Marlow III.
That was the original owner,
Lana explained. He loved artwork. There are a bunch of paintings that came with the house.
There was nothing particularly unsettling about Mr. Marlow or the portrait; and yet, staring directly into the face of the man who’d lived there a century earlier gave Lana an odd chill. She shivered slightly.
See, I told you this place was creepy,
Shawn accused.
It’s not creepy,
Lana argued. It’s... something else.
Without being able to explain what she meant by that, she chose to change the subject. So, how long will you be gone this time?
I’m not sure,
Shawn answered. They’re sending me out of the country this time to meet with some promoters in Europe. It’ll be at least a couple of weeks, maybe three.
Lana let out a small sigh and focused her attention on an old roll-top desk in the corner of the room.
He must have noticed her disappointment. Oh, don’t look so sad. I’ll call you twice a week and I’ll be back before you know it.
She