The Green Door by Heather Kindt (The Eternal Artifacts Book 1)
English | 2020 | Children/Young Adult | ePUB | 2.8 MB
The game was supposed to be easy… enter the door, find the object, collect the prize money.
But nothing is ever that easy for Meg Covington. Her dad keeps a roof over her head, but college is out of the question. Her best friend, Brek, will leave for school, and she’ll be trapped in her hometown—that is until Meg discovers the flyer for Rosenbaum’s game hanging in the entryway of the record store.
Within the basement of the mansion lies the white passage, a hallway lined with colorful doors. When each door turns out to be a portal to another world, things get complicated quickly. If they find the object within the world, Meg will take her first step towards freedom. But is it really just a game, or a one-way ticket to something much more dangerous?
The curved stone staircase disappeared into the darkness below the crypt. In the evening hour, the man glanced over his shoulder again, staring into an empty cemetery—only the spirits to watch out for. A heavy fog weaved in and out of the gravestones creating the perfect scene for any horror movie. With a shudder, he adjusted the hood of his sweatshirt and set his foot on the first crumbling stair.
With each step, the unforgettable stench of death became an ominous signpost that he should do a one-eighty and leave as quickly as possible. But he had a message to deliver, and it came with a hefty reward.
Water dripped from the crypt’s ceiling into puddles below, sending an echoed plop through the musty chamber. He reached into the front pocket of his pants and removed his cellphone. He swiped several times at the home screen, finally managing to produce a beam of light from the device. The passageway rounded a corner ahead. Why didn’t we meet at Starbucks or in a back alley or on some bench in Riverfront Park? Most of his illegal deals were in fairly public places. But a cemetery? That was new, and it gave him the creeps.
He followed the path to the right, making out the faint familiarity of voices ahead. Maybe this deal wouldn’t be so bad. It had only taken him ten minutes to drive to the cemetery, and once he got over his nerves, fifteen minutes to find the courage to make the descent below the earth. What kind of club holds a meeting six-feet under anyhow?
Since he’d taken this second job, most of his deliveries had been illegal drugs or hit notices. And that’s what he assumed this was when he’d met with the woman in the corner booth of the rundown bar. Another hit. She’d been shady herself—sunglasses covering her eyes in a place so dark he could barely see his hands in front of him, Cubs baseball cap over her hair, and a long knit sweater covering up any other abnormalities on the unusually warm spring day.
“Deliver this message to the crypt in Walnut Grove tomorrow at midnight.” She pushed a white envelope across the table; her fingernails painted black and pointed. A figure eight composed of arrows sealed the flap.
He didn’t touch it. “You mean the cemetery? What kind of deal happens at midnight in a frickin’ graveyard?”
The woman raised an eyebrow and then pushed a second envelope beside the first. “A thousand dollars to deliver this message.”
A thousand dollars? His other deliveries paid two hundred bucks at the most. He drummed his fingers on the table. It should be a no-brainer, but he still hesitated.
“If you don’t want the job, I’ll find someone else.” She was impatient. Her hand set on the envelope containing the money.