Hi there. Welcome to Day 2 of The Connecticut Corpse Caper promotion—it’s FREE from Nov 8 – 12.
JJ liked yesterday’s post, so here I am again—Adwin, her ex-boyfriend.
Quick rundown: Caper had several of us staying at JJ’s eccentric aunt’s haunted mansion for a week—anyone who could last the week would luck in re the inheritance. If anyone left before then, their share would go into the pot.
I thought I’d share a moment (one of many, let me tell you) when things started getting, well, excitingly scary. Take it away, JJ . . .
Later, after dinner and a few treks upstairs, we adjourned to the Drink & Death Room, as Linda called the drawing room. We were sipping mint tea and avoiding eye contact, ensconced in those little Zen zones we’d become quite familiar with in the last twenty-four hours, when ghost-like booing started to flow softly around us like milkweed filaments propelled by a westerly wind.
“How Abbott and Costello,” Linda commented.
“That explains why Jensen didn’t show up for dinner,” Percival said with a roll of his eyes, jerking a thumb upward. “He’s hovering near a vent, doing a Casper impression.”
“It’s kinda lame,” Rey sniffed, pouring more tea into her cup.
“Why don’t we sneak up on him and give him a scare?” Linda suggested, standing. “I don’t want him thinking he can get away with this all night.”
“If the lot of us ‘sneak up on him’, we’d hardly catch him unawares,” Prunella pointed out dully.
Rey threw back her tea. “Let’s give it a try. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. We’ll get back at him with our original plan.”
“Never mind the fact there have to be hidden rooms and walkways in an old place like this,” Linda added with a nod.
“Let’s split up,” I proposed. “Rey and Linda can take the west wing. Adwin, you and I will take the east. Prunella and Percival could-“
High-pitched staccato laughter echoed throughout the dwelling.
Linda snorted. “Geez, now we’ve got freaking Fred Flintstone’s Uncle Giggles running amok.”
Percival looked blank, but Adwin and I laughed.
“Okay guys, let’s do as my cousin suggested and take different parts of the house,” Rey said, stepping past.
I grabbed her forearm. “Let’s not make too much noise. We want to surprise him.”
“How’re we going to see anything? We can’t exactly go turning on lights if we’re aiming for the element of surprise,” Adwin pointed out.
“Let me get those flashlights we put back in the pantry earlier.” Percival strolled from the room; a man with a target.
I know the women would love it if you check out how they got interested in pursuing private-eye careers. You can find Caper here:
Not sure who’s here the next day . . . it may be Rey.