Episode 11, by Lena Hart
“Sarah, stand back! I’m going to kick the door in.”
Sarah didn’t want to go back. Somewhere in that dark, cold basement was a damn ghost. And not any ghost. One that wanted to kill her!
“Eric, please hurry,” Sarah shrieked.
The door shuddered and shook from Eric’s frantic kicking, but it refused to open.
“Come on, come on!” Her agitated plea went unanswered. Instead, a cold draft brushed against her back and she knew without a doubt he was behind her. Still, she refused to turn around.
“Wh-why are you doing this?” Her words were directed at no one but from the gust of cold air that brushed across her neck, she knew he was still with her.
“Your great-great grandfather’s family killed me and took me from my one true love.”
The words were spoken so clearly, Sarah knew for certain that it hadn’t come from her imagination. Her heart raced and her breath came out in short, sharp pants—in rhythm with the pounding on the door. She recalled the frightening tale her older brother had terrorized her with years ago.
It clearly wasn’t just a scary story.
Yet, if it were true, and her great-great grandmother now roamed the house in search of her beloved husband, why hadn’t they reunited?
“Because your brother and all those who believed that lie are fools! The love of my life didn’t die of a broken heart. Those bastards killed her!”
The sudden bellow paralyzed Sarah until she became numb all over. Suddenly, there was no loud banging on the door… There was no more Eric.
She was surrounded by silence.
“I was murdered by people who were out for revenge, and the love of my life was buried alive! Forced to die alone…in darkness!”
“Dear God…” Sarah breathed.
The vengeful spirit dissolved into hysterical laughter. “It’s too late for that, Sarahhh. You will die the way your Prescott men intended—just as they allowed my wife to die—in darkness.”
Sarah inhaled sharply and suddenly the walls of the dark basement seemed to be closing in around her.
Sarah raced up the last flight of stairs and began twisting and jerking at the handle. A stark white light seeped from beneath the door and she was desperate to get to the other side. She wouldn’t die like this. Not in this dark, cold basement. Alone. She wouldn’t!
“Hehehehe… You’re not leaving here, Sarahhh.”
Oh, yes, the hell I am!
Sarah gave the door one last tug and to her astonished relief, it came open. Harsh bright light blinded her and she squinted against its brilliance.
“Sarah, angel… Come back to me…”
She was once again surrounded by warmth and immense relief almost made her knees buckle. She made it out. She was free.
“I can’t live without you, Sarah…”
Sarah followed the bright light but couldn’t make out anything, so she just followed the sound of her husband’s loving voice.
“Please come back to me…”
Suddenly the light grew impossibly bright. “Brant, where are you? I can’t see you.”
Her eyes flew open. She lay on a stiff bed, staring up at a plain, white ceiling. There was beeping…
She turned her head to the voice she thought she would never hear again. “Brant?” she croaked, her mouth dry.
“Yes, honey. It’s me.”
Sarah found her husband sitting beside her, looking as if he’d aged a decade. It was the most beautiful face she’d ever seen.
“Shhh. Don’t try to talk. You’re in the hospital. Let me go get the doctor.”
“No, wait.” She tried to reach out for his hand but found she couldn’t move her arms. She looked down at them and found her left arm, wrapped from wrist to shoulder in a heavy cast. But hadn’t she landed and hurt her right arm? Or had that only been in the dream?
“You don’t remember? We were in an accident on Highway 1. There was an off-duty EMT worker on the road that night and thank God he found us. We wouldn’t have made it otherwise.”
Sarah remembered a pair of sexy chocolate-brown eyes and smiled. “Eric…”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
Despite her stiff lips, Sarah’s smile widened. “Lucky guess. Are we still in California?”
“Yes, angel. We’re still here.”
Sarah released a small sigh of relief. “So no Samhain. No small, podunk town in Texas. Thank you, God.”
Brant’s brows pulled together and he ran his warm palm over her bare arm. “Just get some rest, honey. You took quite a hit and have been in a coma for the last ten days. I don’t want you to overexert yourself.”
Sarah stilled. 10 days? She’d been trapped in that twisted dream since October 21st? That could only mean…
“Brant, what’s today?”
His lips curved in a mirthless grin. “October 31st. I know it’s not your favorite holiday, but happy Halloween.”
Sarah shook her head. In that moment, the disjointed words of the Prescott Ghost echoed in her head.
“…every Hallows Eve… make the Prescott descendants suffer.”
“No,” she cried out. “It can’t be…”
Brant’s frown deepened and he continued rubbing the chill from her left arm. “I know it’s all confusing right now, honey, but everything will start making sense again soon. I promise. You’re back now and that’s all that matters.”
“No, Brant, you don’t understand. He’s going to kill me! I have to get out of here!” Sarah shoved the hospital sheets aside and began tugging at the tubes in her arms, her desperation making her numb to the pain throbbing through her body.
“Sweetie, calm down. Dr. Samhain! Someone! I need help!” Her husband tried to grab her arm, but Sarah shoved him away. “Sarah, damn it! Stop before you hurt yourself!”
“Brant, please!” She had to get the hell out of there!
A crowd of nurses and doctors rushed into her hospital room, but only one face was distinct.
Her husband stood to the side, concern and anguish etched on his handsome face. She reached out to her husband, but several strong hands held her down and she felt the sharp sting of a needle pierce through her upper arm. Panic caused her to fight in earnest.
But it was too late.
Whatever they had shot her with began to take effect and the edges of her vision began to grow dark. Her muscles began to relax and keeping her eyes open was proving to be impossible.
“Please…” she called out, but the words were barely a murmur.
Oh, God. No! Sarah forced her eyes open and turned toward the voice. It can’t be him. It can’t be…
The ominous voice chanted her name and she couldn’t tell from who or where it came from. Suddenly, that familiar maniacal laugh surrounded her. It started low until it vibrated against the walls like a bolt of thunder. An icy chill coursed up her arm and down her spine. Above her, a large dark figure loomed, and the rumbling laughter grew louder.
A dark, large figure swept over her, bringing with it a cold draft. A raw scream curdled in her throat and she slammed her eyelids shut. The cold grew stronger, along with the rapid beating of her heart.
Sarahhh… It’s Hallow’s Eve…
The pounding of her heart thumped in her ears.
This time, the whispered voice was like a cold breath licking along the lobes of her ear. She squeezed her closed eyes tighter. The abrupt silence was deafening.
Sarahhh… IT’S TIME!
Her body jerked at the sudden roar, and she began to spiral into nothingness.
She continued to delve further into the unknown, the chilling laugh following her—taunting her—deeper into the darkness of her mind.