Living Terror
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What if ghosts are more afraid of us than we are of them?
Eileen didn't expect afterlife to be quite like this. Besides not being able to leave the house, she enjoys a normal existence, reading her favorite books over and over. It's not so bad.
When a new family moves in, she's given a new unknown to fear. What happens if the living discover her and choose to expel her? Is there an afterlife after the one she lives in now? To keep herself safe, Eileen is determined to keep hauntings to a minimum.
Can Eileen convince the other mischievous spirits in the house of the impending danger? Or will she have to face what comes next?
Living Terror is a humorous short novella about an anxious ghost surviving the afterlife. If you like cute and funny stories, this book of pranks and banter will keep the laughter coming. Read Living Terror today to spend a quick read chuckling.
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Living Terror - Jessie Roberts
My book falls from my hands as blood drips down the once white walls. I scream and float to my feet from the torn green couch. The shutters on the outside bang, adding to my fright as the dusty curtains billow in a non-existent wind.
Laughter stops my non-lethal heart attack. Jacob! Stop doing that to me!
Jacob floats through the wall, lifeless eyes crinkled with his amusement. First of all, I'm Jake, not Jacob. Second, stop making it so fun.
I don't know you well enough to call you by a shortened name. It is improper.
He leans against the wall, chest still heaving in enjoyment over my distress. How long have you known me?
I blink, unsure how to answer that question. I don't know. It seems like an eternity since you feel the need to scare me to death every day.
To death, you say?
His laughter echoes again. Besides, what kind of ghost is scared of everything? How could anything even hurt you?
I try to stomp my foot, but I forget to solidify it, causing me to almost fall through the surface beneath my feet and into the basement. The thought of what lives in the basement makes me shudder and increases my concentration.
You never know what might happen. I'm dead, but it doesn't mean something worse isn't around the corner,
I counter.
Lighten up, Eileen. You're the most boring ghost I've ever met!
You've only met the ghosts in this house. How would you know?
Trust me. No other ghost can be so boring. You spend all your concentration being solid to read books. Do you know what the couple in the master bedroom uses their energy for?
If my heart was still pumping blood, my cheeks would heat up. I know what they do, and I will not be doing that!
It's actually pretty interesting to watch,
he chuckles. They don't mind an audience.
Jacob!
My amused companion finds my reaction so funny that he loses focus and falls through the peeling wall beside the old bookcase. When he reappears, a grin spreads on his face. What do you think covering your ears will do? Your hands aren't solid right now.
I open my mouth to argue, but a bang outside grabs both our attention. We float over, and Jacob kindly lifts the curtains. A blue van is parked in the driveway and a big truck that says something about moving comes down the drive.
New blood!
Jacob sounds absolutely giddy.
Oh, no!
Letting the curtains fall, he chuckles again. Come on, Eileen. You need to lighten up. Learn to live a little.
Jacobs' laughter echoes long after he fades away.
image-placeholderimage-placeholderBox after box crosses the threshold in the arms of the strong man as the woman chases their wayward children around the van. On his next trip in, the man has abandoned his shirt. I watch unnoticed as his muscles flex. By his grunt, I can tell that box is heavy. His wedding band shines in the sunlight from the now open curtains.
I thought you had no interest in doing what the couple in the master bedroom does.
A startled scream bellows forth as Jacob appears beside me. I place my hand on my chest, a habit left over from when I still drew breath. Stop doing that, Jacob!
Not going to happen,
he says.
My glare does not phase him at all. I have no interest in doing what they do. I've told you that.
The man walks back out the door, wiping sweat off his forehead as he goes. Jacob floats into my line of sight. Then why are you ogling the man like that?
I am doing no such thing!
Hands on my hips, my glare intensifies.
I saw what I saw. Oh, calm down. The way you glare at me, I'm surprised your ghostly powers don't catch the house on fire.
I quickly stop glaring and look around in worry. I don't see any smoke. He's wrong, right? Can I do that?
He laughs. Truthfully, I have no idea, but I doubt it.
But you make blood appear on the walls.
Jacob sighs and floats over to the dirty window to look out at the squealing children. It's not real blood, Eileen. Great. There goes our peace and quiet. Kids are loud.
I join him at the window, watching the mother and children kick around a ball in the yard. To avoid Jacob's teasing, I make sure to not look at the shirtless father lifting another large box. The mother lifts a child up high, laughing as the young one squeals in delight. That's when I notice something.
That one is different,
I say.
Jacob blinks and turns his dead eyes to me. What?
That child looks different from the others.
My companion sighs. You really are out of touch. It's called adoption.
I know what adoption is,
I argue. But he sounds different too.
Even in death, his brown hair bounces as he shakes his head at me. Sometimes people adopt children from other countries to give them a better life. What does it matter?
It doesn't. I was only curious, Jacob. No need to be rude.
The man brings in another box and carries it into the kitchen. My eyes follow him without thought. Realizing I have just been obvious, I quickly look back at my fellow lost soul, only to find he isn't even paying attention.
He leans his forehead against the glass. The outer walls are the only parts of the house we don't have to concentrate on leaning against. We cannot leave this house. It's as if there is an invisible barrier between us and the outside world. I have no idea how long I've been here. Time holds no meaning when you're stuck in one place for all eternity.
It's Jake, not Jacob,
he says at last.
It is not proper for me to call you other than your birth name.
He sighs, something he does often with me. We have known each other long enough. Besides, I am asking you to.
How do you know how long we've known each other?
Jacob looks around the room before floating over to the table beside the front door. I thought I saw a newspaper in the arms of your eye candy. Ah! Here it is.
I choose