Raising The Dead. Mara Purnhagen

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СКАЧАТЬ If the lights go out, don’t worry, okay? I’m right here and I won’t leave you.”

      Now I was hoping the power would go out. Immediately. Noah and I had been friends since my family had moved to town over the summer. He was with me in Charleston a few weeks earlier, when I’d experienced the most surreal moment in my life, the moment I made contact with a girl who’d been dead for a century. And more recently, he’d been my date to homecoming.

      Through all of this, my feelings for Noah had grown. There were nights when I would lie awake just thinking about him, imagining him in his own bed and wondering if he was staring up at the ceiling, thinking about me. But he’d had the perfect chance to reveal his feelings at homecoming, and instead of trying to get closer to me, he had pulled away.

      Maybe he needed me to be more direct. Maybe I had unintentionally sent out mixed signals. If we were suddenly submerged in pitch blackness, I could lean over and accidentally let my lips brush his neck. If he responded, great. If not, then I could pretend that it was a colossal mistake due to the fact that I couldn’t see.

      More thunder growled outside, this time so close that I was sure the storm was directly over the building. The lights blinked but stayed on.

      “Charlotte?” Dad stood in the doorway. He was putting on his trench coat. “We need to go. It’s really coming down.”

      “Sure.” My hopes of a possible kiss and a romantic beginning to a new relationship officially dashed, I hopped off the stage. “Can we give Noah a ride?”

      Dad was examining his cell phone. “I have a text here from Trisha. She’s with Shane at our house. Noah’s coming with us.”

      Noah lowered himself from the stage and stood next to me. “Great,” he muttered. “More quality time with Shane.”

      “It’s fine,” I said as we began walking down the aisle. I carried the box of props while Noah held the computer. “I doubt they’ll be making out with everyone around.”

      Noah snickered. “You underestimate them.”

      I laughed, but when Dad held open the doors leading outside, I stopped. Rain slammed the ground as if it was being fired from a machine gun. “I’ll get the car!” Dad yelled. He darted toward the parking lot and disappeared in the wall of water gushing from the sky.

      “Have you ever seen anything like this?” I had to practically scream at Noah so that he could hear me over the roar of rain.

      “Welcome to hurricane season in South Carolina!”

      Dad pulled the car around a few minutes later. Already the water was several inches deep. Noah opened the back door and I dove in. He tucked the computer under his jacket and followed. Inside the car, it was quieter, but Dad had the wipers going at full speed and they were barely clearing his window.

      “We don’t need a car to get home,” I joked. “We need a boat.”

      Dad didn’t even smile. Around us, people raced to get to their cars. “I can’t believe this,” Dad said. “We were only in there for three hours.”

      He drove slowly, stopping several times when he couldn’t see the road. Our house was less than five miles away, but it felt like a hundred. I held the wet box of props in my lap and tried to look out my window, but the streetlights were just a blur against the rain.

      Dad’s phone rang. He handed it to me.

      “Charlotte, where are you?”

      “Hi, Mom. We’re in the car. It’s taking a while.”

      “Tell your father to drive slowly.”

      “He is, don’t worry.”

      Dad stopped again. I automatically looked behind us to make sure no one was driving too close. I couldn’t see any headlights. I couldn’t see anything.

      “Mom? I’ll call you when we’re close, okay?” I snapped shut the phone. Dad was staring out his side window.

      “Do you see it?” He pointed.

      I leaned over Noah to look out the window. Something was in the road, bobbing along the water.

      “Looks like a little canoe,” Noah said.

      “That’s not a canoe,” Dad said. “That’s a coffin.”

      Chapter Two

      Coffins continued to float down Main Street throughout the night, bobbing along the raging brown water until they lodged in between buildings or came to rest against fallen trees. We watched the macabre footage from home, where Noah, Trisha and Shane had been stuck with us since Friday evening.

      “Are you seeing this?” I asked Avery. On the TV, a newscaster dressed in a bright yellow poncho tried to shield his face from the pounding rain.

      “It’s crazy,” my best friend agreed. Avery lived at the bottom of our neighborhood hill. I had called her right away, concerned that the water was running down our street and into her front yard. It was, but so far her house was holding up against the flood.

      “Think they’ll cancel school on Monday?” I asked her.

      “Definitely. No one can drive in this. And if it keeps up, they’ll probably cancel Halloween next week, too.”

      That wouldn’t be a bad thing, in my opinion. I hated dealing with people on Halloween. Our house always drew a crowd, even though we didn’t decorate and tended to keep the lights off. People associated my family with the paranormal, so they would show up and linger on the front lawn, snapping pictures in the dark and waiting for something to happen. Did they really think a gang of ghosts was going to visit us on Halloween?

      The raging flood wasn’t the only reason I was calling Avery. Seeing a coffin carried by the river that was Main Street automatically made me think of Avery’s late boyfriend, Adam, who was buried in a local cemetery. I didn’t know where the caskets were coming from, but I was sure that Adam’s cemetery was not the source. I wanted to make sure Avery knew that.

      “So listen,” I began. “The flash floods have gotten really bad.”

      “Uh-huh.” I could hear Avery’s TV in the background.

      “And they’re saying that it’s affected some cemeteries.”

      The TV went silent. “Who’s saying that?”

      “The local news.” I paused. “And we saw a casket in the street when we were driving home last night.”

      “Oh.”

      “The flood is hitting an older cemetery,” I rushed to say. “My mom is looking into it. She works with preservation societies all the time, and she’s seen this kind of thing before. I don’t want you to worry, okay?”

      “Sure.” Avery’s voice was listless.

      “Modern burials are different now,” I explained. “They don’t just dig a hole and throw a coffin in.” СКАЧАТЬ