Spirited
By Gwyn McNamee
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A haunted mansion. A sexy ghost. A contractor determined to fix both.
Buying and renovating the old plantation house seems like a great idea. The fact that it’s supposedly haunted by the spirit of a murdered prostitute is a minor oversight.
I don’t believe in that crap anyway.
But after a late-night rendezvous with a sexy spirit elicits a very real nocturnal emission from me, I have to rethink my belief in poltergeists…and love.
The intoxicating woman who has been trapped here for over a century casts a spell over me with her humor, courage, and passion.
I have to do something to free her from her ethereal prison.
But will my actions break her metaphysical chains, or will they release something darker into my new home?
Gwyn McNamee
Gwyn McNamee is an attorney, writer, wife, and mother (to one human baby and two fur babies). Originally from the Midwest, Gwyn relocated to her husband’s home town of Las Vegas in 2015 and is enjoying her respite from the cold and snow. Gwyn has been writing down her crazy stories and ideas for years and finally decided to share them with the world. She loves to write stories with a bit of suspense and action mingled with romance and heat. When she isn’t either writing or voraciously devouring any books she can get her hands on, Gwyn is busy adding to her tattoo collection, golfing, and stirring up trouble with her perfect mix of sweetness and sarcasm (usually while wearing heels). Gwyn is the author of The Hawke Family series, The Slip Series, The Deadliest Sin Series, The Inland Seas Series, The Supernatural Love Stories in the Absurd (written as her alter-ego, DP Payne), and several stand-alone novels.
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Spirited - Gwyn McNamee
SPIRITED
GWYN MCNAMEE
BRYANT STREET PUBLISHING
©2022 Gwyn Mcnamee
Published by Scribd, Inc.
All Rights Reserved.
To my awesome beta readers, especially Stephanie N. (my guru on all things spooky) and J.F. Your endless love and support means the world to me!
It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.
– Francois de La Rochefoucauld
PROLOGUE
2015 - NEW ORLEANS
MARGOT
A re you sure we should be in here?
The blonde girl, who can’t be more than fifteen years old, cautiously climbs through the empty window frame, the glass it once housed long gone. Her boyfriend helps her over the jamb and pulls her up against him as soon as she is on her feet.
Don’t worry, baby, I’ve been in here a hundred times. It’s totally safe.
Liar.
He’s never been in here before. I would remember him. I remember all of them. All the men. Every. Single. One.
Even after five years as a prostitute and 130 years as a ghost, every face, every name, every single detail of every single man who ever set foot in the brothel is still clearly etched in my mind.
This kid is just trying to impress his lady friend with his non-existent swagger.
It has become kind of a ritual for the kids from various high schools in the parish to sneak into the house. I think there are even bonus points of some sort if you have the guts to stay in here more than five minutes.
Not that anyone ever has.
It has become a game for me, too, to see how quickly I can make the little miscreants flee, either screaming and/or wetting their pants.
My current record is three minutes and forty-six seconds.
With this girl here tonight, I bet I can cut that in half.
Mr. Bravado turns on a flashlight and swings it around the room, the stream of white light falling on the disintegrating remains of the once-glamorous parlor. It pains me to see it like this, to watch it crumble as the years take their toll on the place.
Well, time for some fun.
I take a quick stroll in front of the large, wooden bar, and directly through the stream of their flashlight.
What was that?
Blondie asks, clinging to Mr. B.
What was what? I didn’t see anything.
He brushes hair off her cheek and leans in to kiss her, catching her off-guard. She relents, and before I know it, they are making out, groping and moaning into each other’s mouths, in the middle of the room.
Damnit. Who would have thought the little tramp would be distracted so easily?
I better up my game.
Now, under normal circumstances, I would resort to typical
haunting behaviors: banging and slamming doors, pots and pans, moans and groans, the usual. But, these two are really going at it, and I can see typical isn’t going to cut it.
There are plenty of ways to scare the shit out of someone, but sometimes, you have to go a bit overboard to really make your statement. An idea is forming…
The teens are getting hot and heavy, any concern on blondie’s part long forgotten as their clothes start hitting the floor along with the flashlight. The beam now falls on the far wall, creating a spot-lit blank canvas for my brilliant plan.
By the time I gather what I need and return to the room, they are on top of a pile of clothes, completely nude, and Mr. B. is about to get lucky.
Blondie pants and moans under him as he kisses her neck and grinds his hips against hers. Oh, God, Brian…
Ha! His name is Brian? Mr. B. is even more fitting now.
God, I love you, Mandi.
Mandi? What ever happened to the elegant names from my day? Class is quickly escaping with each passing generation.
I almost feel bad interrupting them, almost, but I have a reputation to maintain for the house. Mr. B.’s boxers are on the edge of the pile, tossed aside from the frenetic limbs.
Perfect!
It isn’t hard to get close to them without them noticing; the ability to dematerialize has its benefits. The wind blowing in through the open window helps mask my movements.
I grab the boxers just as Mr. B. finally drives into her.
Fuck.
He groans and begins to rock and thrust his hips against her. Their panting and wails echo through the mostly-empty room as I begin my masterpiece.
Being able to materialize and manipulate physical objects is one of the perks of being a ghost. The only downside is the epic toll it takes on me afterward. It can take me hours, or even days, to recover from some of my pranks, but it is worth it in the end. This certainly will be.
The red paint smears across the wall, brilliantly contrasted against what is left of the white and gold damask wallpaper. I smile at my artistic endeavor. They better appreciate the work that went into this.
They continue to fuck like jackrabbits and don’t notice when I sidle up beside them. I lean down as close as I dare to blondie’s ear. Boo!
She screams and jerks her head away from Mr. B.’s and looks in my direction. Blondie can’t see me, of course, but the frantic look in her eyes tells me the wheels of my plan are turning. Mr. B. apparently didn’t hear me because his glassy eyes turn my direction and back to her with bewilderment.
What? What’s wrong?
Didn’t you hear that?
Hear what?
He looks around, frustration and confusion mixed in his eyes, his dick still embedded inside her, at least for the time being.
There’s someone…something here…I want to go!
Blondie’s distress is increasing by the second, and Mr. B. has finally realized he is going to end up with blue balls tonight as she struggles to shove him off her.
He grumbles and reluctantly detaches from her, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling momentarily. She scrambles to get dressed, only hooking one of the clasps on her bra and tugging her T-shirt on inside-out.
Mandi, where are my boxers?
The pile of clothes has dwindled to a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She grabs the flashlight off the floor and sweeps it around. I don’t know. They have to be here somewhere.
They stumble around, searching the floor for the lost undergarment while I struggle to contain my laughter.
God, I love messing with these dumb kids.
When their search of the floor doesn’t turn up the missing boxers, the stream from the flashlight finally hits the wall, and blondie releases a blood-curdling scream.
Mr. B’s boxers hang from a nail on the far wall, a personal message scrawled in red paint alongside them.
THANKS FOR THE SHOW!
Their reactions don’t disappoint. Blondie has a melt-down of epic proportions, scrambling frantically to get out the window, while Mr. B.’s bravado is suddenly absent, replaced by a