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  Echoes of the Dead

  A Novel by

  AARON POLSON

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  Echoes of the Dead

  Copyright © 2011 by Aaron Polson

  All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Edited by R. Christie. Cover art by the author.

  Contents

  Before

  Part 1: The Cast

  Chapter 1: Kelsey

  Chapter 2: Sarah

  Chapter 3: Johnny

  Chapter 4: Reunion

  Chapter 5: Needs

  Chapter 6: Ben

  Chapter 7: Decisions

  Part 2: Welcome to the Show

  Chapter 8: Goodbyes

  Chapter 9: From the Land of Sunshine

  Chapter 10: Arrival

  Chapter 11: Goodnight, Goodnight

  Chapter 12: In the Morning

  Chapter 13: Round and Round

  Chapter 14: Lights Out

  Chapter 15: Drop Script

  Chapter 16: Let it Snow

  Chapter 17: Open Wounds

  Chapter 18: Whiteout

  Chapter 19: Memories

  Chapter 20: Gone Missing

  Chapter 21: Opening Doors

  Part 3: Rats in a Maze

  Chapter 22: Tipping Points

  Chapter 23: Flight and Failure

  Chapter 24: Aftermath

  Chapter 25: Return

  Chapter 26: Knock, Knock

  Chapter 27: Descent

  Chapter 28: Raw Truth

  Chapter 29: Midnight

  Chapter 30: A Light in the Dark

  Chapter 31: An Old Friend

  Chapter 32: Ben is Broken

  Chapter 33: Lost and Found

  Chapter 34: The Body

  Chapter 35: The Plan

  Chapter 36: Rescue

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  Before

  They never planned to enter the house.

  They never knew the house existed. If not for the snowstorm, they would have never found the house—or, more accurately, the house would have never found them. As it was, five friends stood on the concrete slab porch while wind whipped snow in small eddies around them Johnny, tall and angular in a light jacket, rapped his knuckles on the door. The two girls—Kelsey with her dark, ropey curls tucked under an ivory stocking cap and Sarah, blonde and pale and pretty and wearing pink—huddled together against the siding. Ben, soft and thick with a lingering layer of childhood fat, leaned against the railing, staring across the white field.

  “Nobody’s home,” Jared said. He wasn’t wearing a proper coat. As they scrambled from the ditch, Kelsey had looked at his grey sweatshirt and jeans and had said he would freeze. Jared, his brown eyes dark enough to challenge a moonless night, had smiled and said, “I’ll be fine.” On the porch, he didn’t even shiver. “Doesn’t look like we’re getting in. We should head down the road, see if we can find someplace, any place to ride out the storm. Nobody has any cell service, so we can’t call snow-plows-r-us.”

  Ben rolled his eyes. “We’d be fine if dipshit hadn’t landed us in the ditch.”

  Johnny wheeled from the door. His blue eyes sparked. His fists clenched and unclenched. “Dipshit? I didn’t see you volunteer to drive. Damn SUV needs new tires. They’re as bald as Sarah’s dad.”

  “Hey,” Sarah said.

  Kelsey squeezed her arm. “He’s right. Your dad is pretty shiny upstairs. But I’m freezing. Right. Now. Can we just break in or something? I’m sure Farmer Bob or whoever owns this place would rather have a broken window than five humansicles in his field.”

  “Farmer Bob?” Jared poked his head out from under the porch roof. “Damn place is brick. Three stories. How do you figure a farmer lives here?”

  Kelsey shrugged and went back to shivering. “Out in the middle of nowhere, that’s how.”

  “It’s an old lock. We can pick it rather than break a window.” Johnny knelt in front of the door and squinted through the key hole. “Does anybody have a hair pin? Sarah? Kels?”

  “Hairpin?” Sarah screwed up her face. “Are you nuts?”

  “I dunno. Seems like it should work. They do it in all those old crusty movies J-rod watches.”

  “Those are classics,” Jared said. “God… No taste. Have you even tried the door?”

  “What do you think he’s been doing?” Ben boxed Jared on the shoulder. “Knock-knock, who’s there?”

  Johnny stretched to his full six foot, two inch height, placed one hand on the doorknob, but yanked it away.

  “What’s wrong?” Kelsey asked.

  “I dunno. It’s cold.”

  “Of course it’s cold, numb-nuts. It’s freezing. Have you seen the snow?” Ben waved across the field. “Your hand’s turning blue, too.”

  Johnny rubbed his fingers. “No. It was a different kind of cold.”

  “Here,” Jared said, stepping forward. He wrapped his fingers around the knob and twisted. The door held for a moment, but then gave with a pop and creak. “I see what you mean cold. But here we are, folks. No broken windows, no picked locks, no frozen twenty-two-year-olds on the porch. It wasn’t locked. Looks like the innkeeper doesn’t mind trusting his neighbors. Our sanctuary.” He stepped aside so the others could enter.

  Warmer air greeted them—not exactly warm air, but not as biting as the frigid exterior. A smell hung in the air, too, just like every house has its own odor. This smell was different, cold and sterile and clean, without the expected hint of dust and mold which an older house should have.

  “Hello?” Jared called into the house. No answer came.

  “It’s dark,” Kelsey said. “And it smells funny, too.”

  Ben sniffed. “Smells fine to me. Smells pretty clean.”

  “Yes… That’s what I mean,” Sarah said. “I mean it smells funny because it’s clean. I expected old person smell. Or dirt. Something musty and earthy. Farmer smell.”

  “Maybe Farmer Bob likes to take care of his stuff.” Ben strode through the foyer, past the dark wooden staircase and matching banister, and turned right into what appeared to be a living room. A couch and two matched chairs were arranged on an ornate rug, the couch in the middle with the chairs facing each other on either side. Each was lined with deep red upholstery. The rug and furniture shared a subtle paisley pattern, and in the dim light appeared to be an even darker red design on the burgundy fabric. A subtle, tan wallpaper covered the open stretches of wall. Deep hardwood molding surrounded everything.

  “Find a light switch,” Johnny said.

  “Here.” Jared punched a black button. “Old school switch.” A simple brass chandelier flickered above their heads. Weak, yellow light washed over the room. “At least we have power.”

  “Not much of an improvement, if you ask me.” Ben walked around the couch and plopped in a seat. He crossed his boots on one armrest. “Farm Bob has some wickedly Victorian taste in furniture.”

  “Ben—get your wet feet off the…” Kelsey’s mouth hung open as she scanned the floor.
“It’s dry. Your feet are dry.”

  “See. No problem.” Ben grinned. “I must have knocked all the snow off before coming in.”

  Kelsey backed toward the door. “I don’t like it in here. I don’t like this house.”

  “Shhhhh.” Ben pressed a finger against his lips. “It might hear you.” He wagged his eyebrows.

  “God, Ben. You and Kels sound like a B horror flick. First hairpins, now the house is alive.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Shouldn’t we call somebody?”

  Johnny nodded. “I’ll see if there’s a phone around here. Maybe in the kitchen or hallway. In this black hole, Farmer Bob must have a line to the outside world.”

  Sarah grabbed Johnny’s arm. “I’ll go with you.”

  Kelsey’s eyes moved from Ben’s boots, to the floor and back to the boots. “I think I’ll go with you guys. Ben? Jared?”

  Ben closed his eyes. Jared shook his head. “I’m going to chill right here. No pun intended, of course.”

  Johnny, Sarah, and Kelsey circled through the living room, past an opening for a hallway, and into the dining room. Their footsteps on the hardwood floor were tiny things, whispers in a monstrous cave’s mouth. When they walked on the rug in the living room, they didn’t make a sound. A large wooden block table with a set of four chairs sat in the middle of the dining room. The table top, a dark, polished walnut finish, was clean. A point of light from the window reflected in the middle. Kelsey walked to the table and rubbed a fingertip across the surface. Her skin squeaked against the wood.

  Johnny joined her at the side of the table. “Farmer Bob sure keeps this place clean, doesn’t he? Kind of a funny house—not as big on the inside as I expected. I guess it does have the third floor windows. Maybe somebody bound and gagged—”

  “Stop it, Johnny. You’re starting to sound a little like Ben,” Sarah said. “Creepy-deepy Ben.”

  “You invited him on this trip.” Johnny leaned over one of the chairs. “I didn’t.”

  Sarah shot Kelsey a glare. “Kels opened her big mouth and Ben asked if he could go. What was I going to say?”

  “No.” Johnny smiled. “Fifth wheel and all.”

  “He paid for a fifth of the cabin and bought us a lot of booze.” Sarah twirled a finger through a strand of hair. “That part wasn’t so bad.”

  Kelsey’s chest tightened. For a moment, she couldn’t catch her breath. She fell back against the table and touched her neck with one hand.

  “What’s wrong?” Johnny asked.

  Kelsey shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just felt sort of, weird. Like asthma when I was a little girl. It’s nothing really. Just a little adrenaline from the wreck. I’m just feeling a little shaken.” She didn’t want to mention the cave, how she’d gotten lost on a tour as a girl and left in pure darkness. She didn’t want to mention how she’d just felt a twinge of the same, all-encompassing fear.

  Sarah rolled her eyes and mouthed the word “drama” toward Kelsey.

  “Let’s get out, then. All of us.” Johnny strode across the room and through a small archway. “Bingo.”

  Kelsey closed her eyes against the harsh daggers in Sarah’s icy blue stare. It was Johnny. Kelsey knew it as sure as she knew her name. Jared was a great guy, a solid friend, but they both wanted Johnny and Sarah sharpened her knives. Kelsey chewed her lip and shifted away.

  “Let’s see what he found,” Sarah said. She turned and ducked through the archway without another glance at Kelsey.

  Johnny stood in the middle of a bright kitchen with an avocado green phone receiver in one hand. A looping phone cord, matching the phone’s green, dangled to the floor. Johnny’s face was turned down in a frown.

  “What?” Sarah asked.

  “Dead.”

  Kelsey felt a shiver at the word as though Johnny’s voice had become an ice block and rubbed over her back. “Dead?”

  “Dead-dead. No signal. No buzz. No nothing.” Johnny waved the receiver toward the windows, a solid bank of which filled the wall behind the kitchen sink and between the cabinets. Yellow and white gingham curtains hung open revealing a blinding field of snow and small shed behind the house. The cabinets had been painted white with yellow highlights to match the curtains. “Must be the snow.”

  “But the house has power,” Sarah said. “If the power—”

  “It doesn’t work that way, Sarah. Electricity and phone are on separate lines. I figured most phone lines were buried out here, though.” Johnny dropped the receiver on its wall cradle. Plastic clicked against plastic. “We better get back to the others and figure out what the hell we’re going to do.”

  Kelsey started back through the archway, but paused. “Couldn’t we go the other way?”

  “What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

  “Well, we passed the stairwell when we came in, walked through the couch room—the parlor, past the one hallway, and through the dining room. Another living room or parlor or whatever should be the other way. Just on the other side of the wall.”

  Johnny shrugged. “Makes sense. But there’s only the one entrance to the kitchen. Not to mention the screwy décor for a house—or inn or whatever—of this age. Avocado green is so ‘70s.” He gestured to the phone.

  “When I see him, I’ll tell Farmer Bob you don’t approve,” Sarah said. “Let’s just go, okay?”

  “I thought Farmer Bob was creepy-deepy Ben’s name for our dear host.”

  Sarah scowled at Kelsey and walked through the arch. The three returned they way they’d come, passing the massive table, the small hallway and into the room with a couch and two chairs, the parlor to the right of the big staircase. Ben was on the couch, feet still propped high. He’d folded his hands behind his head and appeared to be sleeping.

  “Where’s Jared?” Johnny asked.

  Ben’s eyes flickered open. “Huh?”

  Sarah sat on the edge of a chair with her back arched as though she wasn’t comfortable coming in contact with the house in any way. “Jared. Where is he? He was with you, in here, when we went on the phone hunt.”

  The tightening came back to Kelsey, pressing against her lungs from all sides. She felt a tingling, hot braid of nerves climb her back and flush her face. She looked from Ben to Sarah and Johnny. The chandelier flickered, darkening the room. But it hadn’t actually flickered, had it? Her eyes tricked her, of course...

  “Dunno,” Ben said. “I guess he just went exploring.”

  “Exploring? Here?” Sarah scooted closer to the chair’s edge. “What the hell for?”

  “Architecture. Jared’s major, Sarah. Maybe he’s been inspired by this place. Weren’t you just saying something about the kitchen?”

  Sarah glanced toward Kelsey. “That was Kels.”

  Ben stood from the couch, stretching for the ceiling. “How big do you think this place is, anyway? I mean, from the outside, it looked massive. Like an old castle even, all that limestone around the foundation.”

  “It could have been an inn or hotel, I guess.” Johnny shook his head. “I don’t know. But we should find Jared.” He walked to the stairs and cupped a hand against his face. “Jared?”

  “What made you Captain Responsibility all of a sudden? I’m sure Jared’s around here somewhere.”

  Jared’s gone. The thought came to Kelsey as her breath came back to her lungs. She leaned against a wall, trying to steady her wobbly nerves. Jared’s gone, and he won’t be coming back. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the unwelcome thought, but its roots had grown deep quickly.

  “And we need to find him.” Johnny pointed at Ben. “We can split up and stick together. I’ll take upstairs with—”

  “Wait. Whoa. Slow down there, Johnny.” Ben waved his hands. “Who appointed you Fred of this Scooby Doo crew?”

  Johnny’s hand clamped on the stair railing. His knuckles began to whiten. “Just bad vibes about this place.” He peeled his hand away from the rail and looked at it. “Just bad vibes.”

  Kelsey rubbed her shou
lders. “I felt it when we came in. I feel it now. Maybe it’s just because of the wreck. I don’t know. But I don’t like it here. It’s too clean. It’s too—”

  Wood groaned from the floor above them and caught Kelsey’s words in her mouth and sprinkled her with a wave of chills.

  “That’s probably our intrepid architect now.” Ben smiled. “I’ll go and check.”

  “We don’t go alone.” Johnny glanced at Kelsey and then his eyes rested on Sarah.

  Sarah rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll go with you Benny-boy.” She glared at Kelsey as she crossed the room.

  The two vanished up the stairs into the second floor’s darkness. Johnny stood with his back turned to Sarah for a moment, a long moment in which the chill left her and she began thinking about Johnny—his broad shoulders and lean, stone-chiseled face. Was it wrong to hope Johnny might come around, might choose her? He’d broken up with Sarah two months ago, making the ski trip awkward—a reason, even a small one—to be thankful for Ben being the fifth wheel. Still, she had hoped Jared and Sarah might hit it off, couple up, and leave Johnny for her. She looked up, caught Johnny’s eyes, and felt a warm rush in her cheeks.