Thousand Year Switch

Chapter 20

"Okay, thanks."

I watched Curly turn and exit out the side door. When I looked at Aden hopefully she nodded, "He's gone to Kamloops to look for your friend. I gave him the address you told me and the description of the girl. Hopefully he'll find her."

"Thanks," I said gratefully. "Seriously, thanks."

Aden nodded and smiled. "Why don't I show you two the rooms. We'll get settled in." She pointed to the bags Curly had brought in. "Grab your stuff and follow me."

I threw my bag over my shoulder and followed Aden, who crossed the room to a side door I hadn't noticed before. We passed into a wide corridor. The floor was concrete, and our footsteps echoed back at us. Standing against the wall were three tall, double-sided cabinets. Aden glanced back and saw where I was looking.

"Confessionals," she said, and I nodded, feeling stupid. Of course they weren't armoires. I had the intense desire to poke my head past one of the half opened doors. What did the inside look like? Aden was already turning to leave though, and I hurried to follow. 

Morgan grinned. "We'll have to explore more in depth once we're settled."

We took an impossibly long set of stairs, which eventually opened up into another hallway. This one was carpeted by the same ugly red stuff as before.

"These bedrooms used to belong to nuns." Aden pushed on the first door, and it swung open with a creaky protest. "So they're not exactly luxury suites."

That was an understatement. The bedroom was the size of my mother's walk in closet. It held a narrow bed with a flat looking pillow and knitted blanket. A thin set of drawers and an old fashioned stand and wash basin. Aden actually looked a little embarrassed.

"We haven't changed much since the nuns used them, actually. This place is just used as a fortress for situations like this."

"Which isn't often I take it." I looked around the room in dismay.

"Never," Morgan volunteered. "The Malake and the Malake ha-Mawet have never loved one another, but until now they've never been pitted against one another either."

Aden nodded. "It's sort of unheard of, but anyway, make yourself at home. I'll show Morgan to her room."

My stomach rumbled loudly just as they turned to go, and Aden grinned over her shoulder.

"Put your stuff away and we'll meet you out in the hall. We'll go downstairs to the kitchen."

I watched them exit the room, then tossed my bag on the bed carelessly. It didn't even bounce, which made me wonder. I strode over and jabbed finger into the surface of the mattress.

Man, those nuns must have had back problems. Maybe that was why they all left. I snooped around the room a little bit. There was a small, square window, and I pushed aside faded yellow curtains and peered outside. The view was impressive, a huge vineyard, complete with curling iron gates and a brick wall surrounding it. Even from here I could see large bunches of purple grapes and the sight made my mouth water.

"Ready?" I jumped at the sound of Morgan's voice and turned to see both girls regarding me with amusement.

"Yeah, yeah let's go." I followed them back down the dark hallway, and we descended the steep staircase. "I'm starving."

"We know." Morgan laughed. "Your stomach is making enough noise to raise the dead."

"Or make them want to flee to the other side," Aden joked.

I paused halfway down the stairs. "Wait. Are there actually ghosts? I mean, ones that stick around and haunt people?" They both turned to look at me, and Aden said. "You're shocked by this?"

I was shocked that maybe my idea about my sister had been right. Maybe she was with me. "I guess not." I tried to sound casual. "Any other fairy tales true? The Easter bunny? Santa Clause, maybe?"

"Nice guy, Santa." Morgan said to Aden.

"He is, but the tooth fairy is an absolute bitch-on-wheels."

I gaped at them. "No way, you're not serious."

They exchanged a look, and then Morgan's straight face twitched and she dissolved into giggles.

"Jerks," I muttered, stalking down the stair case between them.

"Ghosts we call spirits," Aden caught up with me. "And sometimes they're not ready to move on."

"So they hang out on earth," I looked around, as if I might see my sister materialize in front of me any second. "Can you see them?"

Aden nodded, but by then we had arrived in the noisy, brightly lit common room, and I couldn't bring myself to ask her the question I wanted to. If she had seen a girl hanging around lately, a girl with straight brown hair, big blue eyes and contagious smile.

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