The Mortician's Wife
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Five miles from the new age Mt. Shasta City, the sleepy Northern California town of Dunsmuir plays host to a nightmarish house – the Old Mortuary – where the mortician's wife spent four decades alone, and some say insane, sleeping in an alcove off one bedroom where she believed the evil spirits of the house could not get to her, harboring terrible secrets. With the steady flow of dead bodies through the basement and the murderous events upstairs, this is the story of how the Old Mortuary of Dunsmuir became one of the most haunted houses in America as a result of the personality and misdeeds of one man, Horace Carpenter, whose eternal soul most certainly does not rest in peace, as many will attest, and probably never will. The sequel, 'The Mortician Returns', will be released in 2013. “I have spent the night in supposedly some of the most haunted buildings in America. I have met people who could fairly be described as evil incarnate. I have been to the Old Mortuary in Dunsmuir. It is gorgeous but I wouldn't spend a single night there.” Kathleen McKenna, author of horror novels 'The Wedding Gift' and 'Family Matters'.
attorney’s words hung in the air as if they were waiting for me to reach up and grab them. They sort of floated up there, taunting me with a reality I stubbornly refused to grasp. They shouldn’t have come as a shock, yet they did. I was Dad’s only heir so it was only natural everything he’d owned was now mine, along with the responsibility of taking care of his funeral arrangements, of course. Funeral arrangements - what did I know about funeral arrangements? “Fortunately, Art left a very
table. “What time do you usually go to bed?” By the look on Ada’s face you’d have thought I’d just told her that as soon as the lights went out I was planning on clubbing her over the head. The expression I saw in her eyes told me I had said something terribly wrong, but what? Thinking that perhaps she was afraid to stay alone, I quickly added, “But, if you’d rather, I could stay right here. It would only take me a couple of minutes to go back home and pick up a few things.” “No!” Now her whole
now, where was I?” she asked as she added cream and diet sweetener to her coffee. “Oh, yes, I remember now. I was telling you about my father’s terrible downfall.” Her mood changed abruptly as a shadow of sadness clouded her eyes. Shaking her head in painful memory, she took her seat and began to once again recount those sad days. The time following her father’s death still remained a source of great pain, even after all the years that had passed. “Everything happened so fast,” she said after
imagined the events of that night or was there really something unworldly living inside the old building? There were a few times when I almost worked up the courage to go to the door and knock on it. I had a speech all worked out, about how much I wanted to be the old lady’s friend and didn’t she think it would be nice for me to come and visit with her? But I never did it, of course. It just wasn’t my style to be so pushy. Then, one afternoon, as I walked home from school, I heard the most
position. Reaching out with a trembling hand, I balanced myself against the nearest wall. Getting to the telephone was the only thought I had in my head, so I didn’t hear the front door open and the soft footfalls of someone coming toward me. I had nearly reached the door to Horace’s office when I heard a voice behind me. “ ‘My God, Ada! What’s wrong?’ “I turned to find Jason rushing to my side. I almost collapsed into his arms as the next contraction swept over me. “ ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked