“Better games?”
“Listen,” said Allie, “you saved my life before we got here. Now it’s my turn to save yours. Don’t lose your soul to a Pac-Man machine.”
On the screen, his Pac-Man was caught by one of the fuzzy creatures, and died.
Game over. But, like everything else in Mary’s world, it wasn’t over, because it started again. No quarter needed. Lief turned to gaze longingly at the game, but Allie touched his cheek, and turned his head to face her again.
“Nick and I are going to learn about haunting. I want you to come with us.
Please.”
She could see the moment he pulled himself out of the quicksand of his own mind.
“I didn’t save your life,” he said. “Too late for that. But I did save you from a fate worse than death.”
Allie couldn’t help but think she had done the same for him.
Deep down, Nick knew that a trip to the Haunter was a betrayal of Mary, but if Allie was right, the skills he’d come back with would be worth it. Mary would forgive him; forgiveness and acceptance were part of who she was. Nick felt a sense of anticipation, like butterflies in his stomach, and he had to admit it was a good feeling. It felt almost like being alive.
Allie had gotten directions from Skully. It wasn’t too far away, but there was no safe time to leave. As Everlost was a world of insomniacs, there was always someone there to see every move they made. They decided to leave late at night, during a storm. That way, no kids would be playing outside, and no one on the higher floors would be able to see them, or their Afterlight glow through the sheets of rain when they crossed the plaza. If they timed it right, they wouldn’t be seen by the lookouts either…As their elevator descended, Nick turned to Allie. “I oughta have my head examined for agreeing to this.”
“It’ll be fun,” Allie said. “Right, Lief?”
“Yeah.” Lief didn’t sound too convinced.
While the rain didn’t even get the marble plaza wet, lightning and thunder were as real to Everlost as they were to the living. After a bright flash of lightning, they waited for the thunder crash before stepping out, and then they headed uptown, without looking back.
Had they looked back, however, they would have seen Vari peering out from the second floor, watching them as they left. Next to him stood Skully. Once Allie, Nick, and Lief were out of sight, Vari gave Skully a single cherry jelly bean.
His reward for a job well done.
“Do not speak of the Criminal Arts,” writes Mary Hightower in her pamphlet The Evils of Paranorming. “Do not speak of them, do not think of them, and most of all, do not seek to learn them. Attempting to influence the living world can only lead to misery.”
Chapter 11
The Haunter Nick and Allie had not been out in the rain since they crossed into Everlost.
“Drenched to the bone” took on a “whole new meaning when the rain passed through you on its way to the ground.
“Sleet is worse,” Lief said.
The old pickle factory was just where Skully said it would be. A white brick building on Washington Street, that, at some point in its life, crossed over into Everlost. A heavy steel door was ominously ajar. Nick didn’t like the looks of it.
“Why do I get the feeling this is a really, really bad idea?”
“Because,” said Allie, “you’re a certified wimp.”
And so to prove that he wasn’t, Nick was the first to push the door open. Bad idea or not, no more complaining. He had made his decision, and he was going for it.
The instant he stepped in, the aroma snagged him. There was a rich smell in the air of roast meat and garlic, hitting him with more ferocity than the pelting storm—the aromas were so wonderful they made Nick weak at the knees.
The building had been gutted, leaving nothing but clouded windows, a concrete floor, and black girders holding up the floor above. Hanging from the ceiling was the source of the wonderful smell. Roast chickens, turkeys, and smoked fish hung from meat hooks. Entire salamis hung from strings.
“It’s true then,” said Allie in a charged whisper. “The Haunter can rip whatever he wants right out of the living world!”
“I’ll never doubt you again,” said Nick.
“Wow!” was all Lief could say.
They were so awed by the hanging feast, it took them a few moments to notice the small Afterlight sitting cross-legged in the center of the concrete floor. He looked frozen there, as if he hadn’t moved for many years. His glow had a yellow tinge to it, and shimmered faintly against the gray walls.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” said the Haunter.
Nick found his feet not wanting to move forward, until Allie whispered in his ear, “He probably says that to anyone who shows up.”
“He’s just a little kid!” said Lief, but Allie “shushed” him.
The three kids approached the seated figure. The light was dim, but as they got closer, they could see that even though he had died young, the Haunter was a very, very old spirit. Physically, he couldn’t be any older than six, and yet there was such a sense of age in him, he might as well have been a withered old wizard. The clothes he wore barely looked like clothes at all. They were furs, stitched together—perhaps to protect him from an ice age that had passed twenty-thousand years ago.
“Tell me why you have come,” the Haunter said in his high-pitched voice. He had only one visible tooth. Perhaps it was because most of his front baby teeth had come out shortly before he died.
“We…we heard you can teach people to haunt the living world,” Allie said.
“I teach nothing,” he said. “Either you have the skill, or you don’t.”
Then he reached into his lap, and produced a smooth stone the size of an egg.