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  Witch Haunted in Westerham

  Paranormal Investigation Bureau Book 7

  Dionne Lister

  Copyright © 2019 by Dionne Lister

  ISBN 978-0-648-34899-3

  Smashwords edition

  Cover art by Robert Baird

  Content edit by Becky at Hot Tree Editing

  Line edit by Chryse Wymer

  Proofread by Mandy at Hot Tree Editing

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  To my loyal readers, knowing you’re out there reading my books brings me all the joy. Thank you for walking alongside me on this journey.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  About the Author

  Also by Dionne Lister

  Chapter 1

  I clenched my stomach, gritted my teeth, and strained. Sweat popped out on my forehead. This was way harder than it was supposed to be.

  “You can do it, Lily. Come on. You almost had it!” I appreciated Imani’s encouragement, but it didn’t make this any easier.

  As I grunted and pushed one more time, I wondered if there was a magic-related equivalent of haemorrhoids because if there was, I was sure to have it after this. A pulse of warmth floated up from my stomach and out through my fingers. The candle wick ignited into a small but real flame.

  “Woohoo!” Olivia jumped up, fists in the air, victorious. “You did it!”

  I slumped back on the Chesterfield, exhausted, but I smiled. It had taken three weeks to get to this point. Tonight couldn’t have come soon enough, really. After almost dying and having to just about burn my magic out to save myself from Jeremy’s evil mother, I was sure I would never get my magic back. But it was still there. My smile widened.

  Imani patted my knee. “You did it, love. Brilliant.” She and Olivia grinned at me, and was that a tear in Liv’s eye?

  “Thanks, ladies. I would’ve given up by now if it weren’t for you. This hasn’t been easy.” They both knew I was talking about more than the magic. I hadn’t seen or heard from Will since before I’d been kidnapped. Our fake break-up was all too real. He’d been deep undercover the past three weeks, and if it wasn’t for Angelica’s periodical updates, he could’ve been dead, for all I knew. That, combined with my lack of being able to access my magic, had kept me in my room moping most of the time, although I preferred to think of it as “resting.”

  “This calls for a celebration.” Imani waved, and three cups of hot chocolate appeared on the table between the Chesterfields. She grabbed two, passing one to me. “You’ve earned it.”

  I hovered my nose over the cup and inhaled. Mmm, chocolate. I sipped the richly sweet beverage, savouring the taste, then the warmth as it slid down my throat. “Thanks, Imani. I didn’t think I’d ever get my magic back.” I shivered. There were times since I’d arrived in the UK that I thought my magic was more trouble than it was worth, but after everything that had happened, I knew losing it would leave a hole inside me forever. It wouldn’t be as bad as missing my parents, but it would come a close second, although I would give up my magic to have my parents back. I sat up straight. What if they were hidden somewhere, and all it would take was telling Dana Piranha that she could have my magic to get them back?

  Olivia’s brow wrinkled. “What is it, Lily?”

  “Do either of you think my parents might still be alive?” The sad looks they both gave me had me regretting the question. I sighed.

  “Sorry, love. But you know we’ll get to the bottom of what happened. I won’t stop looking till we do.”

  “Me neither.” I placed my cup on the table and looked at each of them in turn. “What would I do without you two?”

  “You’ll never have to find out.” Liv grinned.

  “Never.” Imani gave a nod.

  “I can live with that.”

  “How are you feeling after that?” Imani asked.

  “Exhausted but happy. I reckon I could sleep for twelve hours. Thirty minutes of straining was more than enough.”

  “Next, we’ll be getting you a walking frame.” Olivia laughed.

  “Don’t laugh. I feel like this near-death thing aged me twenty years.”

  Bang. Bang. Bang! Either someone really needed to borrow a cup of sugar, or it was a police raid because whoever was out there was about to smash the door down with their enthusiasm.

  “Are you expecting anyone?” Olivia looked at me.

  “No. Are you?”

  She shook her head. “I’ll get it. You stay there and rest, Gran.” She winked.

  “Yeah, yeah, have your fun, but when I’m at full strength again, I’ll turn you into a dung beetle for a day.”

  Her eyes widened in horror. Thump! Thump! Thump! She gave me one last desperate look, then hurried to answer the door. Indistinct voices floated in. The door clunked shut, and Olivia led a shocked-looking old lady into the room—Mrs Soames from across the road. She shuffled towards the Chesterfields, one hand on her heart. Olivia helped her settle into the couch opposite me and asked, “Would you like a hot chocolate or cup of tea, Mrs Soames?”

  She blinked, her expression still set to stunned. What had happened? Her voice was shaky. “Ah, yes, love. Yes. I think that would be good. Thank you.”

  Olivia smiled and left the room to make the tea the normal way. Our neighbour wasn’t a witch, and seeing as how she was already put out about something, witnessing magic would probably do her in.

  I asked gently, “What’s wrong, Mrs Soames? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay? Do you need us to call an ambulance?” Maybe she’d had chest pains, and it had frightened her.

  “Well, actually, as I was just explaining to Olivia, I have just seen a ghost.” She shook her head and hugged herself. “Crazy, I know, but still….”

  I didn’t want to be rude, but my eyebrows crept up in disbelief. It was an out-there claim. Okay, so witches were too, yet here I was…. “How do you know it was a ghost? Maybe it was a shadow or something?”

  She shook her head emphatically. “No, no. I know what I saw. I may be old, but I’m not blind. It was a man I didn’t know. He was bald and fat and had only trousers on.” She shuddered. “He told me to get out of his house. I started to tell him that it was my house, that I’d lived there for forty years, when he opened his mouth and roared—a godawful sound that chilled my old bones. Horrid. Absolutely horrid. I stood up and left as fast as I could. As I left, he said not to come back. That if I did, I was dead.”

  Imani leaned forward. “Is this the first time you’ve ever seen a ghost, Mrs Soames?”

  She muttered, “Manners,” so quietly, I almost didn’t hear it. She raised her volume to normal speaking level. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind?”


  “Oh, sorry. I’m Imani. Lovely to meet you.”

  “She’s a close friend of ours and works with Angelica,” I supplied. Mrs Soames was shaken enough already, and I wanted to hear the rest of the story. Having her clam up was not going to help us get to the bottom of anything.

  She nodded. “All right, that’s good. Well, for the past week, I’ve been hearing noises—banging kitchen cupboard doors, footsteps, creaking floorboards. But it was always one or two sounds; then it would go quiet, making me wonder if I’d really heard anything. And yesterday, I lost my purse, and I never lose my purse. I found it in the bathtub, which is a ridiculous place to find it. Why would I put it there, I asked myself? Unless I’ve started sleepwalking, it had to have been the ghost. Then tonight, well, he appeared out of nowhere when I was watching a lovely David Attenborough documentary on Borneo.” She took a deep breath and sunk back into the lounge with the out breath. She was on the short side, and her feet left the floor when she settled her back against the furniture.

  Olivia walked in and set a tray with a teapot, cup, and accoutrements on the table, and poured a cup of tea for Mrs Soames. Was the old lady just losing it, or had something weird really happened?

  Mrs Soames poured a dash of milk into her cup and took a sip, her hand trembling—with age or fear, I had no idea. She looked at Olivia, who sat beside her. “Thanks, love. Not enough young ones have proper manners these days.” She flicked her gaze to Imani, just long enough for us to notice. Passive aggressive much?

  Olivia smiled awkwardly through her surprise. “My pleasure.” Liv turned to me and tipped her chin, silently asking me to figure out what to do. Why was this my call? I was tired, and my brain wasn’t working as well as it normally did. I didn’t feel like creeping through a haunted house, even though I didn’t believe in ghosts. I was living proof that the unreal was real, and I didn’t need any extra excitement tonight. Ah, but there’s always a solution, if you just think hard enough.

  I smiled at Mrs Soames. “Why don’t Olivia and Imani go and see if the ghost is still there while I stay here and make sure you’re safe?” Olivia tilted her head to the side with a “you have got to be kidding me” expression on her face, and Imani raised a brow. “What? I’ve been sick. I’m not up to seeing ghosts.” As slack as I was being, what I said was true. I really wasn’t up to anything right now, or maybe ever.

  “Have you been sick, Lily?” Mrs Soames asked.

  I nodded. “Yes. It’s made me very tired. I’ve spent most of the last three weeks in bed.”

  “You look all right now, and to be honest, I’d rather not catch what you’ve had. I’d feel better if Olivia stayed with me.” She patted Olivia’s hand. Oh, brother. Thanks, Mrs Soames. She wanted me to go out in the cold and potentially get sicker—well, she didn’t know what I’d had—just to save herself. She’d obviously had a good life. Why should I be sacrificed?

  “Come on, Lily. I’ll protect you.” Imani smirked.

  I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, well, I need protecting right now. You know I can’t protect myself.” I frowned, and she dropped her smirk. Good, she felt as bad as I did. I rolled my eyes. “Let me go get rugged up. It’s bloody freezing out there.”

  “Are you sure?” Ah, Olivia was having second thoughts, and so she should. I’d do what I had to, but they should at least suffer some guilt.

  “Yeah, yeah. Looks like I’ve been outvoted.” I trudged upstairs, put on my coat, beanie, and boots the normal way, and went back down. Not having magic for everyday things sucked. My room was going to be messy for a while. As long as Angelica didn’t come in, I wouldn’t get in trouble. Or maybe I could ask Imani to do a quick tidy with her magic.

  We said goodbye and hurried across the street. “Yes, I’ll tidy your room.”

  Oh, crap. My mind-shield wasn’t up and hadn’t been since I’d lost proper use of my powers. That was the other reason I’d avoided witchy people—having your thoughts there for all to see was embarrassing. I blushed. “Thanks. I’d appreciate it. I’d also appreciate it if you didn’t read my mind.”

  “Hang on a sec.” She put her hands on my cheeks, mumbled something, and my scalp tingled with warmth. She smiled. “Done. That should last a couple of days. I’ll redo it then if you can’t.”

  Gah, I shouldn’t be angry at her. It wasn’t Imani’s fault, or Olivia’s, that I was tired and lacking magical powers. I sighed. “Thank you. I’m sorry I’ve been so cranky. It’s just….” I shut my mouth as tears burned the back of my throat. Missing my magic was hard enough, but not having Will around hurt the most. The longer the estrangement continued, the less chance we had of getting back to where we’d been—happy and slowly falling in love. Crap.

  “Come on, Lily. You’re shivering.”

  Oh, so I was. “Okay.” I followed her to Mrs Soames’s front porch. The front door of her neat brick bungalow was wide open. Anyone could have walked in and robbed her. She really must’ve been scared—she was an ordered person, and other than this ghost thing, always seemed to have her wits about her. Her garden was one of the prettiest in spring and summer, and she kept her home in pristine condition, if somewhat dated—her 1980s kitchen and bathroom didn’t have a tile out of place.

  We warily stepped into the hallway. “Do you believe in ghosts?” I whispered.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Then why aren’t you whispering?” I kept my voice low. If there were ghosts, why announce we were coming?

  She gave a short laugh. “Ghosts are nothing to fear. They can’t actually do anything. I have a feeling she may have seen one, but there’s no way it could’ve moved anything.”

  “Should we turn on the lights?” Call me crazy, but the lights were off, and there was supposedly a ghost lurking. I figured having the lights on was a smart call. Imani shrugged. That kind of apathy didn’t help anyone. I made an executive decision and pulled the cord on the hallway light—ooh, antique light switches. The satisfying click reverberated up my fingers. How I’d missed that sensation. My grandparents in Sydney used to have these kinds of lights, and they’d also had a toilet with a chain you pulled to flush it. My brother and I used to pretend we were train drivers pulling the whistle on an old train. I smiled, but then melancholy slapped me in the side of the head. That’s what you got for remembering the good times. Poop.

  Imani confidently strode down the hallway, poking her head into one door, then another. She continued to the end of the corridor where a doorway opened into the living area. It must have been all clear so far since she hadn’t said anything. After pausing, she flicked the light on and kept going.

  I followed her into the living room, which had a six-seat timber dining table on one side, and a three-seat flower-print couch in front of a small TV. Half-eaten dinner sat on the table, a fork askew next to a plate. “Looks like the ghost interrupted her dinner.” Imani didn’t sound the least bit worried. She was a tougher woman than I.

  Footsteps sounded from the hall. Olivia must have decided to join us. I turned around. Okay, so I couldn’t have been more wrong. I sucked in a huge breath and held it, all my muscles tensed to run—I just needed to know which way the ghost was going to move; then I was gone.

  A fat guy with no shirt hovered above the floor. He screamed, “Get out of my house!” flew at us in a rush of cold air and malevolence, and disappeared. My eyes were so wide, my eyelashes were just about stuck to my forehead. “What the ever-loving hell was that?” I mean, I knew it was the ghost, but still. Crap. My heart hammered, and I moved towards the hall and safety. “I’m leaving. You’re welcome to stay, but I’m done. Mrs Soames can stay with us tonight. We have room.”

  Imani hurried past me but stopped in the spot we’d first seen the apparition. She whispered something, and I felt the tingle of magic, but then it stopped. “Hmm….” She folded her arms, then looked at me and shook her head. “I can’t explain it. There isn’t any trace of magic.”

  “You said ghosts existed, right? So it
must be a ghost. We’ve confirmed what Mrs Soames told us. Now we can go.” I squeezed past her and made it to the front door. I was not hanging around for visitation take two.

  Imani sighed. “Yeah, well, we can’t just leave it here to torment poor old Mrs Soames.”

  “Do you know how to banish ghosts?” I called from the front porch. One foot made it off the porch. With a bit of luck, I’d be across the road in no time.

  “Lily, stop, for goodness’ sake. Did it hurt you?” She put her hands on her hips.

  “Ah, no. It stopped my heart a bit, but it’s working again.”

  “Very funny. My point is, it can’t hurt you, so stop being scared.”

  “Nuh-uh. Sorry, no can do. Can we just go now, please?”

  She sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a baby.”

  “Am not.”

  “Are too.”

  “Am n—” Gah, she had me acting like a baby—well, maybe a three-year-old. “Do you know how to banish ghosts?”

  “No, actually, I don’t.”

  “So why in the hell would we wait around here for it to come back? It said to get out, and for once, I’m doing what I’m told.” We all knew obedience wasn’t my forte. Looked like I was growing as a person. Angelica would be pleased.

  “Wait up.” She shut the door, which was a good idea, although if the ghost was in there telling everyone to go away, I doubted a robber would last long enough to steal anything. She finally joined me on the kerb. We crossed the road and went home.

  “You can tell her since you’re the expert.”

  Imani rolled her eyes again. “I hardly know the lady. She’s your neighbour,” she whispered. I shrugged. What did that have to do with anything? As soon as we entered Angelica’s lounge room, Olivia and Mrs Soames turned to us.