Writers World- Sam’s Story #TarnishedGold #SneakPeek #YA Chapter Twenty-Four

Twenty Four

Treasure

Tarnished Gold by Lynn Thompson“Damn, I look cute.” I very rarely said that out loud but the canary yellow dress I picked up made me look like I actually had some curves.

I’d gotten home with a few hours to spare so I tackled some of my homework before jumping in the shower to get ready for tonight. As I stood in front of the mirror I decided I’d go all out for the rave. On a whim, I picked up some makeup along with the dresses and carefully applied a touch of blush, some mascara, and some lip gloss. Now, what to do with my hair?

“Sam?”

“Yes? Come in.” My muffled reply echoed from having my head fully inserted into the cabinet beneath the sink.

“What are you doing?” Chase asked as he opened the bathroom door.

“Looking for Jamie’s curling iron.” I rummaged around some more before leaning back on my heels to look up at him.

“You might want to look in her bathroom?”

“Thanks, I’ll do that.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m closing up at six and going to a movie with Nicole. Do you need anything before I take off?”

“I don’t think so. The gang is going to pick me up at seven and we should be back at one at the latest.”

“Sounds great, have fun, but not too much,” Chase grinned. “I’ll try not to wait up. And by the way, you look fantastic.”

“Thanks.” The fact that Chase thought I looked fantastic gave me high hopes that Trey would feel the same way.

I followed Chase out of the bathroom. He headed downstairs to lock up the shop as I wandered into Jamie’s room. Of course, the curling iron was sitting right on top of Jamie’s sink, snagging it up I wandered back into my bathroom and closed the door.

Half an hour later I finished primping. I unplugged the curling iron so I could put it back in Jamie’s bathroom and debated on what I should do until the gang arrived. I cringed at the thought of working on homework again.

The energy in Jamie’s room felt off as soon as I stepped through the door. I placed the curly iron on the sink and glanced around.

Jamie’s closet door stood wide open. I thought back to a half an hour ago, the door wasn’t open then. Curious I stepped into her closet. Her clothes lay askew on the floor along with the hangers. My heart started to pound painfully in my chest, I knew Chase would never treat Jamie’s items like this. Another door that was meant to be hidden stood partially open, showing a hint of darkness between the crack of the wall and the frame.

I slowly pulled the door open. I couldn’t believe it! The secret room! A breath of air gushed out from between my lips.

No wonder I could never find it. I’d never thought to dig in her closet.

Why is the door open? Is someone down there? Should I venture into the dark corridor and find out what’s going on?

Curiosity got the better of me. I stepped out of the closet and gazed around Jamie’s room in search for a flashlight while my conscious fought over right vs wrong. Should I go through her stuff? I really needed a flashlight, darkness seeped out of her closet.

My steps led me to Jamie’s dresser. I would search her drawers for a flashlight. I stopped. I couldn’t do it, her belongings were private. I thought about dashing downstairs to the kitchen. We always kept a flashlight in the junk drawer down there, but at the same time, the gang would be by shortly to pick me up and I didn’t want to waste the precious minutes I had.

I eyed the open door to the secret passageway. I may not be able to get myself to go through Jamie’s clothes, but I couldn’t resist the secret room. Here goes nothing, I thought as I walked into the black void.

I followed the walkway with my hand against the wall until my eyes adjusted to the light up ahead. Every few feet a dim bulb glowed against the intense black, illuminating the tight enclosure.

Wow! I was actually in a secret passageway. I still couldn’t believe it.

A clanking noise rose in the distance so I slowed my pace. I tiptoed down the stairs and froze one step shy of the entrance.

My gaze tripped unbelievably over the treasure from Sterling’s ship to the bones scattered in every nook and cranny.

Drake knelt on the floor, busy pulling out a gold tooth from one of the skulls jaws. A bag sat next to him, full of gold and silver coins, jewelry that sparkled luminescent colors spilled from the top open flap. A small chest sat beside the bag.

My temper rose as I watched Drake yank out the tooth. I always knew something wasn’t quite right with him. Now, I knew why.

I debated on sneaking back up the stairs and calling the cops. But at the same time, only a few people knew about Sterling and I didn’t think Jamie would appreciate the police raiding her house and confiscating the treasure. And how would I be able to explain the skeletons? The whole room came from a pirate ghost ship? We ended up having to kill Sterling, again? Not. The authorities would never believe that story.

The more I watched Drake the angrier I became. This wasn’t his treasure to steal. He shouldn’t even be down here. My blood began to boil and I raised my fists and screamed. The air exploded around me. I could actually see the energy fly from me and move through the room with an incredible force. Enough force to throw Drake into the nearest wall. Drake glanced up with confusion on his face. He saw me and started to stand. Skeletons floated up around him, attached themselves to their skinless bodies and came to life. The now toothless corpse lurched towards Drake. Before Drake could blink the skeleton grabbed his hand and ripped his gold tooth out of Drakes’ fingers, breaking them in the process. The corpse shoved its tooth back into its jawbone.

I stood still, watching. My heart galloped in my chest. Shock wound its cocoon around my body. Inside I was freaking out, outside I was numb. Did I do that? With a screeching whine, another skeleton broke off from the others, zeroed in on me, and starting rattling towards the stairs.

I turned tail and ran back upstairs, slamming the secret door closed and twisting the deadbolt. My heart galloped in my chest. What had I done? How do I stop it? Think. Think. Think. I couldn’t think. My brain was blank. I needed a spell. What spell? I took ten long deep breaths to settle my nerves and thought over the spells I’d cast. The protection spell? Holy… That had to be the reason the skeleton’s came to life.

A frantic banging on the door made me jump.

“Sam! I know you’re out there. Let me out! Get me out of here!”

I backed up at the sound of Drake’s voice.

“Sam! It’s only a matter of time. They’re right behind me! Sam, open this damn door!”

The door started to vibrate with the force of Drake’s kicks. I backed up more. Should I open it for him? He could die in there. My instincts told me no, he could kill me out here. A flash of memory tumbled through my mind. The man. The leader that stood, watching my parent’s car get consumed by fire. I could see his face clearly. He looked a lot like Drake. My anger rose again, then guilt from leaving Drake in the passageway tried to wriggle its way into my sub-conscious.

“No. No. No.” If they were related letting him out could get all of us dead.

I turned on my heel and closed and locked Jamie’s closet door then ran to her desk and grabbed the chair. I crammed it under the door knob and shut her bedroom door behind me.

Author: lynnthompsonbooks

Lynn Thompson’s home is in the Land of Enchantment, and, yes, the land is enchanting. The skies are blue, the stars are bright., and there are beautiful panoramic landscapes surrounding her hometown. Lynn wades through the craziness of life to follow her true passion, writing fiction. You can find her, or not, trekking through the mountains, searching for fairies and vortexes, keeping her eye out for anything paranormal, or sitting in the hot springs in her spare time. Lynn doesn’t have a specific genre she writes in. Characters have a way of leading her stories. She follows. Lynn is also a sponge when it comes to knowledge. She’s always on the move to continue her education in writing, marketing, social media, digital media, and hopes to find the extra time to add some criminal investigation classes to her repertoire. Lynn has three novels out: Blake, Sterling, and Tarnished Gold. Blake is the beginning of Montana’s story. Her need for seclusion, at least, for one winter. She does not get what she wants. There is someone or something in the mountains stalking her, people keep showing up on her doorstep, and she meets Max. Max knows what is hunting Montana, but won’t tell her. Montana’s lack of trust in Max drives her to fix her own problems. If she had known what she’d be confronting that night, she never would have sedated Max. Sterling is the second novel in the Montana Dayton series. Montana moves to Florida hoping to escape her old life, and regain her normal life back, but her past has come back to haunt her. Not only does she start losing time, she continues to wake up every morning wearing gorgeous jewels and is surrounded by precious gems. She never remembers where, or who she’s getting the glittery baubles from and is hell bent to get back her memories and return the jewels. Afraid she has been out robbing houses in the middle of the night, she is determined to figure out what is happening on her own. That is until the dreams and the strong pull to explore the gulf. When she finally realizes she needs help, she is powerless to get it. Tarnished Gold is Sam’s story and will be coming out around the new year. Sam first appeared in Sterling and demanded her own novel. Lynn has bowed to Sam’s wishes and is writing that story now. Lynn is also the proud owner of: Dark Fates. Eight short stories that are fun, but still on the dark side. Dark Fates-Madness. Four dark short stories. News Worthy. News Worthy stands alone with five short stories. Watching the news first thing in the morning may not be fun, but dissecting news clips and re-writing them into short stories that had a different ending was a blast! Dark Fates Collections is compiled of Dark Fates, Dark Fates-Madness, News Worthy, and features Karma Shay’s adventures. Visit Lynn at: Website: www.Lynnthompsonbooks.com Twitter: @lynnthompson8 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BlakeAMontanaDaytonNovel Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/lynnthompsonbooks

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