A Witch's Curse (5 page)

“
There is a ghost in the house, I tell you—it’s
haunted
. You should move out before something bad happens to you.”

“
I can’t. I’ll lose my inheritance if I do.”

“
Screw that. Your health is worth more than a few dollars. We're doing all right at the store, so money can't be the issue.”

No, money is not the issue. The issue is my family. The house is all I have of a family I never knew. By living there, maybe I can find some
connection; find my roots, as they say.

“
Are you ready to order?” the waitress asked.

Carolyn hadn’t notice her approach and came close to knocking over her wine glass when the waitress spoke. Without looking at a menu, she said, “Uh, yes. I’ll have the special.” Then, while Maggie ordered, Carolyn drained her wine in several quick swallows and ordered another.

Glancing around the mostly empty restaurant, and keeping her voice low, Carolyn continued. “I looked through my Grandmother’s papers and I found a lot of handwritten spells.”

“
What kind of spells?”

“
The usual, I guess. Love spells, truth spells, and a lot more. I even tried one,” Carolyn confessed, feeling a little foolish when she said the words aloud.

“
You’re kidding? Why? Oh, before you tell me, I forgot to give this back to you. I found this in a box when I helped you pack. I simply had to borrow this for a date I had.”

Reaching into her coat pocket, Maggie pulled out Carolyn’s
bracelet and returned the missing item to her. “I know I should have asked first, but I didn’t think you’d mind for a couple days. Carolyn, are you all right? You’re so pale.”

“
Mother’s bracelet! I thought I lost this in the move. And you had it all along?”

Maggie’s face turned to one of pure contrition. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I promise never to borrow anything again without asking first. Okay?”

“
You don’t understand, Mags. The spell I tried, it was a spell to find lost objects, and I'll be damned if it didn't work!”

Maggie’s turn for the color to fade from her cheeks, she said a little too loudly, “You’re shitting me?”

“
Shh. Here comes the waitress with my drink. Damn, I should’ve ordered one a lot stronger. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.”

“
I’ll say,” Maggie replied as she drained her drink. “What are you going to do now?”

“
Another drink is definitely called for, then I think I should talk to Mrs. Burns some more.”

“
Do you want me to come with you?”

“
No, but thanks for offering.”

* * * *

Carolyn drove straight home after lunch. Not ready to face Sarah Burns yet, Carolyn wanted to set her mind straight first. Walking into the foyer, the mixed odors of wood polish, pine oil
, and fresh floor wax assaulted her nose. Carolyn opened a few windows to let in some fresh air then went out the rear door to explore her back yard while the house aired. She had been in the back once, at twilight, when Mr. Hargrove first showed her the house.

The screened-in back porch over
looked a cemented patio with a stone BBQ grill off to one side. Large concrete urns sat regally at the corners, a red brick path led away from the house and into the garden, ten-foot high hedges lined the path.

Carolyn removed her jacket to enjoy the warmth of the Indian summer afternoon. Strolling down the path
, Carolyn turned her mind to her troubles.

Accepting she came from a family whose female offspring were all witches had been bizarre enough, but to believe in ghosts too? Could there really be a ghost haunting her dreams, or had Maggie been right about her hormones letting loose? As an insomniac dreams were foreign to her, a phenomenon other people had, not her. How could she interpret them? She couldn’t see herself going to a shrink and telling him that every time she falls asleep, she makes love to a dead man she’d never met, that she has the hots for her great, great, great uncle. She’d be spending the rest of her life in a rubber room called Prozac City.

In addition,
there were other things, small things, which made no sense to her at the time. The brewed coffee nobody made, Maggie’s house warming gift dying overnight, and even Chester’s behavior has been extremely odd since moving in.

She did know enough about witch folklore to know cats were a witches familiar, only what duties did they perform? Chester had been the one to find Ester’s letters to her mother.
How could he know they were in the closet, could it have been by simple chance? As for the sudden drafts of cold air and the occasional odd noises, Carolyn attributed them to the house's severe age, but then again…?

Face it, girl, what’s really bothering
you is you’ve fallen for a three-hundred year old cheater. Boy, can you pick ’em.

The path split several times and at each branch, Carolyn instinctively went inward
, toward the center, as if something drew her. She also had the feeling of déjà vu. Abruptly, the path widened into a small courtyard with a familiar looking fountain in the center. The round, marble pool contained dirt, twigs, and dry, brittle leaves instead of water. Sitting on one of the wrought iron benches surrounding the fountain, Carolyn stifled a yawn as she compared her dream fountain to this one and concluded they were one and the same.

But, how could they be the same? I’ve never
been here in all my life. How could I know what this fountain looked like to put it in a dream? Perhaps my hormones didn't go wild after all? But, is that good or bad?

Closing her eyes against the bright afternoon sun, Carolyn drifted into a sound sleep. The musical splashing of falling water from the fountain made her open them again. Caleb stared at her through the mist. His coat thrown over his shoulder, he brushed a dangling mop of hair back into place. He walked toward her, his stride a sexy, confident swagger. Her pulse racing, yet fearing what would happen if he got too close, Carolyn thrust out her hand and said,
“Stop. We need to talk.”

“
Whatever you want, beloved,” he said, stopping short.

“
You’re Caleb Harrison?”

“
You know who I am, sweetheart.”

“
I’m not your sweetheart. My name is Caro
lyn
, not Caro
line
. She is my...Aunt. I only look like her.”

Confusion reigned supreme on Caleb’s face, but Carolyn pressed on. “I hate to be the one to tell you, but did you know you’re dead?”

“
Dead? How can I be dead? What about last night?” Caleb asked; his arms spread wide, indicating the garden. “Here, in our special place?

“
For me, you are only a dream. A very pleasant dream, I admit, but only a dream. Now ask yourself this, where did you go afterward? What did you do?”

“
I...I do not remember.”

“
You don't remember because you’re dead and you only come alive when I’m sleeping.”
Which means, I’m asleep right now, and he isn’t really standing in front of me? So why do I want to run over to him and wrap my body around his?

“
How? How did I die?”

“
You don’t remember Caroline catching you with the servant girl?”

Caleb rubbed the nape of his neck. “Yes, vaguely.”

“
Well, your dearest Caroline poisoned you then cursed you to roam this property until you could prove your innocence, if you could.”

“
But I am innocent, I tell you. That wench of a maid had been making advances at me for months, and avoiding her became harder and harder. I had made up my mind to ask Caroline to dismiss her and her good for nothing husband when...?”

“
What happened that night?” Carolyn prompted.

Rubbing his neck harder, Caleb said, “I remember I had some important papers to go over, and I did not want to be disturbed. I went into the study and locked the door behind me. I recall pouring myself a cup of tea and...and? I cannot remember anything more until the following morning when Caroline came in.”

“
Are you sure you locked the door?”

“
Yes, I am positive I did.”

“
Then how did the door become unlocked for her to walk in without you opening the door? Did Caroline have a key?”

“
No. I had the only key.”

“
If you had the only key, how did Caroline enter the library in the morning, and how did the maid get in there before her?”

Caleb shook his head.
“I cannot conceive of a plausible answer. There is only the one door and window and I kept them both locked. If I had fallen asleep, I would have awakened if anyone tried to break in. I am ...was… a light sleeper.”

“
Unless, you had been drugged.”

“
Drugged? How?”

“
Who made the tea?”

“
Why, Ellie, of course.”

“
Ellie was the maid?”

“
Yes. I do believe Ellie was obsessed with me, but why would she do such a despicable deed? To what gain?”

“
She was a woman in love. Maybe she thought once you slept with her, your sense of honor would force you to change your mind and divorce Carolyn?”

Outrage clouded Caleb's face. “Never. On my honor, I tell you, I did not sleep with that wench.”

“
How can you know for sure? You admit you have no memory of what happened. Even if you hadn't slept with her, she did create enough doubt that you had. Nevertheless, I think all we need to do is to show how Ellie got into the library.”

“
We?”

“
Yes, Caleb. You and me. If you don’t mind?” Her cheeks turned red as an apple as she smiled shyly, “I admit I’ve become quite attracted to you, and I’d like to help lift this curse you’re under.”

Caleb came closer, went down on one knee, taking her hand in his. Jolts of electrified passion shot through Carolyn’s arm, straight to her heart. “No, I do not mind,” he said. “In truth, last night, even though I expected you to be my Caroline, somehow, deep inside, I knew you were not her, and yet, I found myself drawn to you in a way I never had been to her.”

Carolyn withdrew her hand before his touch drove her to do something she wasn’t yet ready for, no matter how much her body screamed, “Yes! Take me!”

Standing, Caleb hooked his thumbs in his vest pockets and started t
o pace. “Ours had been an arranged marriage, one advantageous to both our families, and neither she nor I were allowed any choice in the matter.”

“
Thank God we don’t do stupid things like that anymore,” Carolyn said.
Who knows whom Mother would have saddled me with.

“
Our customs may appear strange to you, but arranged marriages were common place in our society. I knew Caroline socially before our engagement, we even liked each other to some degree, or so I thought. Apparently, our small attraction was not enough to make our marriage work though. Not long after announcing our Bans in church, she changed from the shy, reserved woman I knew to one who was insanely jealous. She constantly accused me of having affairs with practically every woman in town. I did my best to persuade her that her suspicions were unfounded and thought I succeeded, until that wench Ellie tried to ruin our marriage. I could understand her wanting rid of her husband, the man was worthless and a drunkard. He was supposed to be a gardener, yet he could not tell the difference between a black-eyed Susan and a dandelion.