Page 27 of Chasing Ghosts
“That’s probably smart. Do you remember the date on the last entry?”
I shake my head, and he takes my hand as we both step out in the hallway at the same time Roxie and Tray do.
“Where are you guys going?”
“The kitchen. We think we might have found something…interesting.”
I lead everyone down to where I’ve stashed the journal in a Tupperware container in the back of one of the shelves. When I pull it out, Mac gives me a grin and raises his brow as I unseal the lid.
I can’t help but give him a mischievous smile and a shoulder shrug, “It keeps everything else fresh.”
We quickly flip through the pages and come to the last one.
“It’s dated tomorrow.”
Chapter Twenty
Mac
“Son of a bitch.”
“Oh my God!” Cori goes over to the table where her laptop is sitting and starts typing furiously. “Mac, the serial killer, he killed eight women.”
“Yeah.”
Roxie and Tray come over to look at what she’s pulling up right as Theo enters the room. She pulls up the article showing the names of all his victims.
“The Satanist cult that was here in the seventies, they killed three women on the island.”
She pulls up the police reports.
“The couple…the woman was drowned here. Mac…she’s number twelve. He’s still looking for number thirteen.”
Holy fucking shit!
“Has anyone seen Ripley today?”
Roxie asks, but everyone in the room seems to have the unsettling feeling that comes right before you're told bad news, as we all shake our heads no. She’s usually already in the kitchen by this time.
“Theo, come with me to check on Ripley and Drake, and I’ll fill you in on some things we might have figured out.”
I pull Cori up from the chair she’s sitting in and drop a kiss on her mouth in front of everyone. I want them all to know how things are. I want her to know how things are between the two of us. When I finally pull away, it’s to find everyone in the room smiling and Cori’s eyes glazed over with the corners of her mouth tilted in a secret little smile. I walk away from her and try to pull my focus back where it is needed. I need to find a way off this damned island. I need to keep my girl safe and keep her by my side, and I can’t do that if I don’t stay focused.
When we knock, the door swings open just a bit, and I brace myself for what me and Theo are about to find. I can almost bet it’s not going to be good. We call out for them but get no answer.
Just as I thought, it isn’t good when we go in. The place is a mess, some of the furniture is overturned, and it looks like there was a scuffle before we came. There’s no sign of Ripley or Drake, but Theo finds a pool of blood near the bed with what looks like blood on the wall beside the pool. Someone was hurt here.
I jump on the walkie, “Drake and Ripley aren’t here, but it looks like something bad happened. It looks like there was a fight. A bad one.”
“Meet us outside the house.” The voice I hear shocks me. It’s Cori on the walkie, not Roxie. “I think I know where they are.”
We rush to meet the two girls, but all four of us come up short when a white mist begins to form in front of us.
“What the fuck is going on, man?!” Theo looks like he is seeing exactly what we all are seeing…a ghost.
“Exactly what you think is going on, buddy?”
“Take the book. He’s used it…”
