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Souls of Darkness by Eleanot T. Beaty
It took two extra turns before the car obeyed. They almost ran off the road. Alex couldn’t hold back any longer and burst out laughing. “Did you ever consider Googling this island… getting an update?” The bumpy road made it hard to talk.
“Gosh, no… since the phone number hadn’t changed.”
“That should’ve been a clue: same number for thirty years? And how did you rent this wicked piece of metal?”
“The guy from the hotel… I should have suspected, he only charged me a hundred dollars for three weeks.”
“And you thought you got a great deal!” Alex groaned. “The house is probably a shack with an outhouse where snakes make their nests. Spiders all around.”
“The lack of progress is….”
“Disturbing,” Charlotte half-whispered.
Ten minutes later they came upon a clearing to the left. As if in a suspense film, Alex and his mother held their breath while they drove up the short driveway and then stared speechless at the house.
“Wow… it’s cute… and well cared for.” His mother turned off the engine.
“It looks almost… American. It reminds me of Grammy’s old house in Fort Lauderdale.”
“You’re right, those 1960’s wood houses. Huh. This is great!”
Alex wrinkled his nose. “Too good to be true?”
“Let’s check it out before we unload. If it’s bad, we can stay at the Mayan Hotel.”
His mother inched the door open, as if she expected something to jump out.
“Will you just go in,” Alex said, looking around the thick and dense vegetation next to the house. He had the strange sensation of being watched. Maybe a wild animal. Oh, God, what type of wild animals do they have on this island?
“Wow, it’s not bad. Not bad at all,” his mother said.
Alex agreed as he stood in the small kitchen, which opened into a dining room/living room. A porch stretched out beyond the spacious room.
Charlotte turned into a hall on the left, across from the kitchen. “Two bedrooms and two bathrooms; actually one’s a suite.”
Alex played with the light switch near the door. “We’ve got light!” He looked around, “And no TV and… and no phone? No. This is bad. Mom, there’s no phone!” So much for bringing my computer. And so much for buying the PC card. Cris had told him to get one in the event his only option was dial up. He crossed to the porch. The beach seemed to be a mile in length and wide enough to make him feel lazy about going for a swim. A low stone wall ran along both sides of the house. He took out his cell, turned it on and began looking for a signal.
His mother came up from behind. “Oh, my God! This is paradise. Look at this amazing clean and empty beach, blue-green water!”
Alex cringed. “Yeah, I’m blown away.”
Charlotte laughed. “I guess this isn’t your definition of paradise.”
Eleanor T. Beaty is a Young Adult Paranormal author. A worldly person born in beautiful Brazil and spent much of her childhood in several places (Argentina, Switzerland, and the US to name a few). She holds a BA in English Literature and is published in both Brazil and Turkey.
Eleanor loves spirituality and magic – both have allowed her to gain a strong grip on life and enjoy what it has to offer. She believes that everything has a reason and understanding those reasons help us deal with the difficult moments. Eleanor currently enjoys life with her husband in Brazil.
Follow her at http://eleanortbeaty.com/
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