Authors: Phoebe Rivers and Erin McGuire
A Perfect Storm (12 page)
Lady Azura must be holding a séance with clients downstairs. She must have summoned this spirit for them. I had to get rid of her. Politely, of course.
“Thanks so much for dropping in,” I said. “I am sure Harry and his wife can't wait for you to appear to them, though.”
“Pah!” she said, waving her hand. “I doubt it. He's a good boy, my Harry. Not sure what he was thinking marrying That Girl, but then, he didn't exactly consult me before he popped the question.” Her voice got lower as she started fiddling with my camera. I think maybe she was getting a little emotional. “I did notice that his wife was wearing my butterfly pin. It's an old thing, probably not worth very much anymore. I guess Harry gave it to her after I died. I heard her tell the fortune-teller that it belonged to me and how happy she was to have it. It sort of seemed like she meant it . . . but I think she must think it's valuable and that's why she likes it.”
“Actually, I don't think that's true. I can sense that Harry and his wife want you to show yourself. I think they really miss you.” To be honest, I wasn't getting much of a vibe from downstairs at all, but I was still pretty sure that what I said was true. And she seemed pleased to hear it. I had learned from Lady Azura that spirits really aren't all that different from the living.
They hold grudges and make mistakes just like people do. Sometimes they just need to be set on the right track. “I sense that they're waiting for you, Shirley, and that you must be very important to both of them or else they wouldn't be here.”
She stood up, tugging at her dress and patting her hair. “You can sense all that? Do you have the gift, like the lady downstairs?”
“Well, I am her great-granddaughter,” I replied. Even I could hear the pride in my voice when I said it.
Shirley regarded me carefully for a moment or two, as if she was trying to make up her mind about me. “All right, then,” she said finally. “I shall go join them.” And she shimmered into nothingness.
I waited a minute more. I didn't want to be interrupted again. But my room was quiet. I sat down and pulled the diary out from under my bed.
It was purple, with a puffy kind of cover, sort of like a photo album. Slightly scuffed in places. The word
DIARY
, embossed in gold lettering, was the only thing on the cover. The corners were bent in a little, as though it had been dropped once or twice.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm my
racing nerves. This was my first real glimpse into my mother's life, her world. I'd been so eager to meet her, but her spirit hadn't shown itself to me. I'd found out about the diary from another spirit, that of an old sailor named Duggan. Duggan was one of our regulars, and when he was here, he was usually in the blue bedroom. He'd told me about the diary. And then I'd dreamed about where it was hidden. Only Lily and I knew about the diary. I hadn't told my dad or Lady Azura about it. Yet. For now, I wanted it to be my secret. Something I shared with my mother. Just the two of us.
With a trembling hand, I opened to the first page.
Girlish handwriting. Purple ink. Fat, loopy letters. The first entry was dated August 7, 1984.
She would have just turned twelve. The age I was when I first moved to Stellamar. She'd probably received the diary for her twelfth birthday.
A thought struck me. What if she only wrote in the diary for a few days or weeks and then got bored and forgot all about it? That would be really disappointing. But then again, I guessed a small glimpse into my mom's life was better than nothing.
I fanned the pages. There was a lot of writing. She'd stuck with it. The entries came to a stop about two-thirds of the way through the book. Some days had short entries, just a sentence or two. Other days went several pages, the writing growing more urgent and slanted, as though she'd written while upset or excited. I resisted the urge to read these more interesting-looking entries. I'd start from the beginning and read it all in order. I turned back to the first page.
And then my phone vibrated, telling me I had a text.
In exasperation, I pulled my phone from my back pocket. I was going to shut it off, something I almost never ever did, but I didn't want to be interrupted. Then I noticed who the text was from: Lily.
SORRY. I KNOW YOU
'
RE BUSY WITH YOU KNOW WHAT. BUT PLEASE CALL ME ASAP. IT
'
S MUCHO IMPORTANT!
I quickly texted back.
OK. WILL CALL SOON.
Then I turned off my phone.
I looked down at the diary. I couldn't wait to meet her. My mom. Natalie, as she was known to everyone else.
I read the first line . . .
Dear Diary,
 . . . and then everything got a little blurry and I was plunged into a vision.
About the Author
Phoebe Rivers had a brush with the paranormal when she was thirteen years old, and ever since then she has been fascinated by people who see spirits and can communicate with them. In addition to her intrigue with all things paranormal, Phoebe also loves cats, French cuisine, and writing stories. She has written dozens of books for children of all ages and is thrilled to now be exploring Sara's paranormal world.
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Text by Sarah Albee
Jacket illustration by Erin McGuire
Jacket design by Laura Roode
ISBN 978-1-4424-8958-5 (pbk)
ISBN 978-1-4424-8959-2 (hc)
ISBN 978-1-4424-8960-8 (eBook)
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 2013933228