The Guest House Hauntings Boxset by Hazel Holmes (novel books to read txt) 📕

The Guest House Hauntings Boxset

Hazel Holmes

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

The Haunting of Bell Mansion

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Chapter 88

Chapter 89

Chapter 90

1

“Mommy, I really don’t feel well,” Olivia said, her pale skin sweaty and red. Her sweet blue eyes, so much like her mother’s, were heavy with fear and exhaustion. She’d never been so sick in her life, and her mother felt helpless as she faced her daughter, unsure of how to cure this. Olivia had only been sick for a couple of days, but it had hit hard and trampled through both children.

“I know, baby.” She put a cold cloth up to her daughter’s forehead. Her light curls were wet with sweat, though she shivered under her blanket. “The medicine will help you, okay? You just need to get some rest. Can you eat any more of that soup I made you?”

“I can try.” She eyed the bowl cautiously. She had thrown up earlier that day, but her mother hoped the ginger tea would help her keep this meal down.

“Good girl.” She kissed the top of her forehead and soothed her with soft murmurs and kind touches while she ate.

As Lyla tended to her daughter, Richard sat with his son in his room, reading him a story of pirates and their grand adventures. Kyle was so involved in the story that he too was finally eating the only thing they could even get him to try, pepperoni pizza. His stomach was handling everything a bit better than Olivia’s was, but he also had a fever and was exhausted. He stayed awake for twenty minutes at most. Long enough for him to eat his pizza, drink chocolate milk, take some medicine, and fall asleep again.

His hair, dark as his mother’s, was messy. His father’s brown eyes were a little better rested than Olivia’s. He was just as pale though. Still very under the weather.

“Dad, when do you think I’ll feel better?” he asked. He was eight years old, three years older than his sister, which made him just old enough to understand he probably had the flu. He also understood that he had never felt this sick before.

“Soon,” Richard assured him. “You know how these winters are up here. We should’ve kept you home from school when all those other kids were getting sick.” He shook his head. “I swear, this place is a breeding ground for germs. This winter has been the worst.

“But I think you’re getting out of the thick of it. You always feel your worst before you get better. You’ve just got to be tough for a little while longer, okay? You need to make sure to eat up and get plenty of rest. I’m sure by the weekend you’ll be back to playing and annoying your sister.”

“She’s the one who annoys me!” he protested. Richard laughed.

“I personally think you’re both annoying,” he teased.

Lyla and Richard stayed with their children until they both slipped back into sleep. Then they joined each other in the living room in front of the massive stone fireplace. The warm flames danced across the red walls, reminding Lyla of a heartbeat. Her life was contained in these four walls and it was most upsetting when things were disrupted like this.

“Do you think we should bring them to the doctor?” she asked. “I’ve never seen them this sick. What if it’s more than the common cold?”

“It’s definitely more than the common cold,” Richard agreed. “It’s still nothing to worry about too much though. Looks like a bad case of the flu. It’s been making its way around town lately. Sam caught it too. Passed it onto Brittany last I heard.”

“Poor thing. I guess it is to be expected at this time of year. It’s just… I don’t know, I hate seeing my babies like this. Maybe if they wake up again…”

“Tonight?” he asked. She nodded. “Lyla, the only thing open tonight is the emergency room. We can’t bring them to the emergency room over the flu. Maybe if they’re not better soon we can take them to the doctor, but I feel like you’re getting a little too worked up over it.

“I don’t like seeing them like this either. No parent wants to see their children sick. But we’ve all lived through these types of illnesses before. It’s part of being human. I’m sure they’ll pass it on to us and then they’ll be better in no time. The worst of winter will be over soon enough, and we’ll forget all about it as spring kicks in.”

“I suppose. It just seems worse this time than usual. It’s hit them hard. I worry it’s something more serious.”

“I understand that. If it were just one of them who was feeling this way, I’d be more concerned that something more serious was wrong. But seeing as it’s both, looks like an awful case of the flu.

“It always seems worse each time because we love them so much. But hey, how about if they don’t feel at least a little better by tomorrow, we’ll call the doctor about it? If he says we need to bring them in, we will. I’ll bet they’ll be feeling a bit better by morning though. A good night’s rest always works magic.”

“I can agree to that,” she said.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” he promised. He kissed her on the top of her head. They settled down for a movie that they were far too distracted to really watch,