Danny knows the bookstore he owns has a ghost haunting it, and for eight years they've lived in harmony. Three days before Christmas -- Danny's busiest time of year -- his ghost suddenly turns nasty, throwing books at him, knocking displays over, and deliberately hurting him.
Knowing he needs to deal with this quickly, Danny calls on the medium Denim to help him with his ghost problem. One spirit actually turns out to be two, one of whom isn't all happiness and light.
Can Denim banish the evil spirit haunting Danny's store and save Danny's Christmas? Danny sure hopes so, especially after he meets the handsome medium.
Praise for A Tale of Two Spirits (Christmas Spirits)
"If you like “haunted” Christmas stories, if you think two strangers can hit it off rather quickly, and if you’re looking for a read with a touch of spookiness, some great chemistry of the interpersonal kind, and some merry lovemaking, then you will probably like this short story."
-- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
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A Tale of Two Spirits (Christmas Spirits)
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Copyright ©2018 Sean Michael
Denim drove to The Pen is Mightier bookstore downtown. He wasn’t surprised they had a ghost. This was the older part of town, and there were a lot of spirits hanging around. He noticed several after he’d found a parking spot about half a block down from his destination. Most of them were just wisps -- barely there remnants who hadn’t let go of this world -- and most people wouldn’t even be aware of them, not even as a cold spot. He skirted them, though, knowing that he would notice them if they passed through him, and that was never a pleasant feeling.
As he got closer to the bookstore in question, he could feel a darkness. The place definitely had a ghost, and it was not of the playful or nice variety at all. As he knocked on the door, a book came slamming into the glass, tearing the “Closed Due to Emergency” sign taped there. He knocked again, not sure his first attempt would have been heard above the sound of the book.
A head popped up from behind the counter, then a man came dashing toward him. The guy wasn’t that tall, but he had a pretty face, wire-rimmed glasses framing blue eyes. Long lashes blinked rapidly -- it looked like the guy was holding back tears and as another book flew into his head, Demin couldn’t blame the guy. Tousled blond hair topped his head and framed his face, stopping just below the guy’s ears. He was cute and he was worried and Denim was immediately drawn into his aura.
The guy opened the door, came out, and shut it behind him. Just in time, too, as several more books slammed hard against the glass. Denim hoped it was sturdy.
“Are you Silk’s brother?”
Demin smiled and held out his hand. “I am. Denim Brossovia at your service.”
The guy grabbed his hand like it was a lifeline, holding on instead of shaking. “Daniel Spenser. Thank God you’re here.”
Daniel’s hand was warm, and it felt good wrapped around his. “I would say tell me what you need, but it’s pretty clear from the flying books, and the malevolent feeling of the place.” Frankly, he was surprised anyone could afford to keep the place running with a spirit like this one in residence. Even non-sensitive people could pick up vibes as strong as this ghost was putting out.
“Malevolent? That’s a great word, by the way. Mavis has never been evil before. She likes playing the occasional trick on me -- reminds me that she’s here, but we’ve co-existed together for the eight years that I’ve owned the place. I don’t know what I’ve done to make her so mad.”
“Really? That doesn’t sound like this spirit at all.” Denim closed his eyes. Yeah, pure nastiness, he’d say. “I’m going to have to go in to investigate this further, Mr. Spenser.”
“Please, call me Danny. And no -- what’s going on now doesn’t seem like Mavis at all. I don’t even know if she’s a she, but she felt like a Mavis so that’s what I named her. Then yesterday, at closing, all hell broke loose. I came in this morning to find utter chaos.” Danny turned to the door, took a deep breath and let Denim in.
The nasty sensation settled over Denim like an oily film, making him wrinkle his nose. He scanned the place, honing in on the back wall when another book sailed at them from that direction. They both ducked, then Denim moved closer to the area where he could see a disturbance in the air. Danny moved with him, a warm presence in an increasingly cold room.
The disturbance slowly coalesced into a dark figure. A man with a scar across his face, and a sneer. This was an evil spirit, no doubt about it. Denim felt that there was a lot of death associated with it. He’d never encountered a ghost before who had been responsible for so much death.
He pointed at the ghost and spoke loudly, putting power behind the words. “Get out!”
The ghost picked up a chair and threw it at him. Damnation, this was a strong one.
Danny squeaked and jumped out of the way of the chair before going to it and making sure it wasn’t broken.
“This is a nasty fellow we’re dealing with. I can’t believe you ever co-existed with him.”
“My ghost is nice. At least it was until yesterday.”
That didn’t make sense, unless… he looked around and caught, out of the corner of his eyes, a sliver of another spirit. It looked like Danny did have a friendly ghost after all. So this evil one was new. And growing more powerful if he was moving from throwing books to launching chairs.
Denim grabbed Danny’s arm and dragged him over to the counter. They ducked behind it, sitting close together. He noted again how warm Danny was.
He needed more information on how and why this ghost was here. “When exactly did this start?”
“Last night. After I locked up.”
“Did anything unusual happen around then?”
Danny was quiet for a moment, then he shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Do you remember your last customer -- was there anyone in the store shortly before you closed?”
“There was a guy, yeah. He didn’t buy anything.” Danny’s eyes narrowed. “He was in the store for a while, though. Like maybe an hour. And he asked me if we had any books on the occult. We do -- they’re all on the back-left shelf, which I can’t see from the counter.”
“So he could have been doing anything back there.” Anything, which could include looking up a spell to bind a spirit to a place. If someone had this guy haunting them, they might just have been desperate enough to try something like that. “So, you have two spirits. One is hiding -- I suspect the nice one who you’ve been living with since you opened. And a dark, malevolent one. I think maybe someone tied this nasty spirit to your store to get it out of their life.”
Danny’s eyes went wide. “Who would do something like that?”
“Well, this particular spirit is responsible for a lot of deaths, and I know I’d be pretty desperate to get rid of him. And who knows, maybe the guy he was haunting was just as nasty and wouldn’t have any compunctions in letting someone else hold the bag, so to speak.” He would have to do a banishing spell. He didn’t want to just send the ghost just anywhere else, though -- he wanted to banish it out of this world, and he was going to need a fair bit of juice to make it work. He noticed Danny’s warmth again. “Would you be willing to help me with the banishment?”