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Several people are staying for the weekend at the secluded, old-fashioned Mitchell's Hotel. Of the service staff, only father and son are the owners. Others were unable to get there due to the beginning of the snowfall.

Soon the weather completely deteriorated, the roads were snowy and covered with an ice crust. Mitchell's found itself isolated. The guests at first perceived this as a highlight, but when one of them was found dead, they were afraid. It is impossible to leave, the telephone and Internet do not work. The police won't arrive soon. In addition, the electricity went out. They can only suspect each other or hope that the murder is the work of an uninvited guest who secretly made his way into the hotel.

It is obvious that the idea was borrowed from Agatha Christie and it is also clear that Lapeña will not plagiarize. The identity of the killer, his motives and methods will differ from the original source. From the first pages you could feel the atmosphere of the classic detective stories of the Golden Age. Readers follow the actions and thoughts of all the characters in turn. It is interesting to find out their opinion about those present, their intentions, pieces of their life and inner world. Before the first murder, I really liked everything. If it seemed that the characters were not developed enough or were shown too stereotyped, then I explained this by the fact that the book was just gaining momentum. The tension was also looming. The hotel and the area are described atmospherically. Complete immersion in the location.

After the first murder, I suspected that the writer was realizing her dream: “Create unloved characters and make them either victims or murderers.” The second murder confirmed my suspicions. But at first I was glad that Lapeña introduced different characters and did not limit herself to one type often used in psychological thrillers. It turns out that this was necessary to separate the “wheat from the chaff.” Someone is assigned to the role of victim or killer, and someone will definitely not suffer in any way, because he is the way the writer wants him to be. And how then can you feel the atmosphere and experience it? Still, it’s clear in advance.

And there are problems with suspense here. It's not enough to cut off the electricity and make the heroes freeze. There must be some other psychological stuff going on. They are the most effective. Sometimes something broke through, but this was not enough to create tension. Besides, I predicted all the moves. The template “You are a victim or a murderer, and you will not suffer” is understandable, but other moves are also familiar. Two points were unexpected: there is no clear indication of the guilt of one of the guests, the possibility of outside intervention remains; the latest plot twist. I wouldn’t like the deviation from the canon, because the whole point is tightness, but the ambiguity was attractive. Are they really the only ones in the hotel? Although the answer to this question is known even before reading the book. As for the last twist, it does not fit with the psychology of the character, therefore it is helpless. In general, Lapeña was not very good at revealing characters and psychologizing.

The ending was disappointing. I was expecting something more complicated, something more inventive. Both in concept and in development. It’s not like the police came, looked around and whoops – and here is the evidence and it definitely points to the culprit, we arrest him, the case is closed. No logical conclusions, no analysis of the suspects' testimony, no psychological traps, nothing. One of the guests also understood everything (without the evidence found by the police), but remained silent because he was not sure. How, why, when did you understand? Why write about it? It’s better to simply recount the events from the killer’s point of view and that’s it. The motive is complete bullshit. It seems that everything was selected by Lapeña for the victims planned in advance. And where it didn’t fit, she gave up.

From the very beginning, I carefully read the thoughts of the characters, knowing that one of them is a murderer. I looked for indications of him, remembered what they were thinking about and how they expressed it. But Lapeña cunningly excluded all important moments for subsequent events from the thoughts of the heroes, and when it was impossible, she did not finish telling or deliberately lied. I took the easy route. If it weren’t for the author’s desire to kill the undesirables and reward the right ones, then I would not have any ideas about who could have committed the crimes. There is not enough information and clues. Some lines go nowhere. They are needed to confuse readers. If the theme was worked well, it could result in a tense narrative. And this is distracting garbage.

The thriller contains a minimum of trash, is not based on everyday life and violence against women, but Lapeña exploits several annoying cliches. I liked the style, but the riddle was weak, and its solution was ill-conceived and uninteresting. There is little suspense, the characters are genre cardboard and do what the writer wants, and not what is consistent with their character. Nevertheless, I don’t regret reading it and will get acquainted with Lapeña’s other books.

Everyone knows how unpleasant people can be when they come into the house uninvited. In such cases, a conspiracy against uninvited guests will always help. There are many such rituals, and they all work great. It’s easy to keep a person away from home if you take advice from experts. Otherwise, with unnecessary delicacy, you will have to suffer for a long time from burdensome visitors.

Conspiracies will help to ward off unwanted guests from your home

Unwanted guests tend to arrive at the most inopportune moments. They irritate with their unceremoniousness and impudence, putting their owners in an awkward position and forcing them to abandon their own plans. It can be extremely difficult to send them away, so it is much easier to make sure that they no longer have the desire to appear uninvited.

Our grandmothers knew perfectly well how to get an unwanted person away from the house quickly with salt or water. Wise women knew how to do this well, without offending anyone during cunning manipulations and without saying anything to the unpleasant guest. Many rituals and conspiracies have survived to this day and can be successfully used for independent rituals at home.

Water spell

You need to be patient and wait until the annoying guest deigns to leave. Then you need to take a bowl of water and say the words three times in a row:

“Just as this water will not return to my house, the hand (name of the uninvited guest) will never touch my hand again! Amen".

To be sure, you can add a spoonful of salt to the basin - it will consolidate the information. The charmed water must be poured onto the path or road along which you left. uninvited guest, thus washing away his traces. If you fail to ward off the unwanted person the first time, then the ritual should be repeated again.

On the threshold of the house

A conspiracy against unwanted guests can be made before they arrive.

Coarse salt is required for the ritual.

It is suitable if you want to get rid of the unexpected arrival of relatives, the appearance of an intrusive neighbor and other uninvited visitors. For the ceremony you need to purchase:

  • holy water;
  • a simple or white church candle;
  • a sheet of white paper;
  • coarse table salt.

Holy water is sprinkled on the threshold and sprinkled with a granular substance. Conspiracy words:

“I’m not pouring salt, but putting up a wall to block the path to our house (name of the unwanted guest). You can’t go through the wall, you can’t go around the wall, you can’t break the wall, you can’t climb over it. So be it."

Then you need to light the candle and wait until it burns out completely. It doesn’t hurt to carefully sweep the salt from the porch or threshold onto paper, place a cinder on it, take it to the nearest intersection and leave without looking back. This conspiracy against uninvited guests is done secretly so as not to offend anyone.

Conspiracy to refuse visitors

A proven ritual using ordinary table salt will help protect yourself from the arrival of enemies, dissatisfied neighbors and simply unpleasant people. It is simple to implement and accessible to everyone. It is necessary to open the door and, having scattered salt on the threshold from the entrance side, read:

“All the negativity that is sent to me will be returned to the performer. Heavenly angels guard my home and my body. No damage and no evil eye can harm me, the servant of God (name). I read prayers and believe in God. My faith puts an amazing defense on me that even the most experienced magician cannot penetrate. No one can negatively influence me or my family. No person can ruin my life. The Lord helps the servant of God (your name). And it will always be like this. Amen".

After the ritual, unwanted guests will not be able to cross the threshold without an invitation and will leave the same way they came.

Magic against uninvited relatives

White magic will help you get rid of unwanted relatives who arrived for a couple of days and stayed for a month. The proposed rituals must be performed exactly according to the instructions, otherwise they simply will not work.

Threshold plot

To perform the ritual, it is necessary to perform a number of magical actions.

During prayer you need to have your hair down and without shoes.

They are simple in terms of applying your own efforts, but mandatory in the order of their implementation. As a result, you need:

  1. Unwind your hair by removing all the pins. They are a kind of antennas for direct communication with the magical world.
  2. Put your nightgown on backwards and inside out. By this you make it clear that you are moving from the ordinary world to the unreal in the form of witchcraft.
  3. Close all windows with curtains. The ritual should not be affected by the forces of nature if one has one’s own will.
  4. Take off your shoes. The ritual is performed barefoot without your favorite house slippers.

When performing the midnight ritual you need:

  1. Wash your hands and treat them generously with soap and salt so that there is a lot of foam.
  2. Carefully collect the foam from your hands and apply to the sole of your bare right foot.
  3. Using a knife purchased in advance, carefully remove the foam from your leg and throw it on the threshold of the house.

Rub the foam before entering the home with the fist of your left hand with the words of the conspiracy:

“The bell is on the temple, the icon is in the frame, the cross is on me, the key is in the lock, the snake is in the grass, the beast is in the den, and I am on my threshold. Just as the snake will not crawl over this threshold of mine, the beast will not cross, so the uninvited guest will not come. I close my words by bowing to you, holy images. Cover the eyes of those who come with this foam. If he doesn’t see the threshold, he won’t cross. My angel, stand with me. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen. Amen. Amen".

Despite the mention of an angel and the appeal to him, this is still a conspiracy, not a prayer. Church tenets negatively evaluate rituals using black magic. This prohibition does not apply to a good desire to secure one’s peace by appealing to the saints.

To prevent uninvited guests from coming and relatives not coming without an invitation, the ritual is performed on Thursday.

Ritual for water or salt

When you are quite tired of uninvited relatives and have no intention of leaving or leaving, you can use ordinary running water. Whispering on the liquid helps get rid of such “comrades” and encourages them to quickly leave or leave.

To cast a spell, you need to take a glass of running water and, unnoticed by the guest, whisper the words, holding the container close to your lips:

“I spill this water on the floor, I wash the path of God’s servant (name), just as the water flows on the floor, so he will leave the house.”

The charmed water is seemingly accidentally spilled on the floor at the feet of a fed-up relative. After some time, he will feel awkward and get ready to go home. If for some reason it is impossible to use water (expensive carpet or parquet), then salt will help.

A pinch of salt is spoken with the words:

“As salt flies under your feet, so you will run away from my house.”

She is quietly spilled onto the floor next to the guest. After his departure, it is necessary to clean the house, wipe the floors and read a prayer of gratitude to the patron.

Protecting your home with a nail or pin

To prevent annoying guests from bothering you in the future and coming uninvited, you can close your house for them using a pin or nail.

To prevent unexpected guests from coming into your house, you need to stick a pin in the door frame

Any of these sharp objects is slandered:

“I put a pin (nail) in the door, I protect the house from enemies. Let her show her wit, let only kindness into the house.”

The pin is stuck into the door frame (in the upper corner) with the point down. The nail is driven in with the head in a side position so that the sharp end protrudes from the jamb and is also inclined downward.

Guests will be able to come to you, but they will not stay for long, and evil intentions will be left at the door.

Close the road to the house

This conspiracy (mischief) is suitable for blocking the way to a specific person’s house. It is pronounced confidently, in a commanding tone, but in a whisper. Having opened the door, they say to the threshold:

“The first time, for an hour, I speak, I reprimand, I speak to my threshold. Just as people don’t walk through shit, How they bypass it, So (name) would bypass my threshold, Never come forever and ever. The key to my words, the Castle to my deeds. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen".

The person in question may come to the door, but will change his mind about entering. If we are talking about a man, the words change a little (bypassed, did not come). The conspiracy is based on the use of one’s own willpower and only self-confident people succeed.

Ward off unwanted guests

Using a knife, 12 crosses are drawn on the front door (from the inside). Visually they should look like a crucifix. The plot is read on them 12 times:

“They crucified Jesus Christ on the Cross, they nailed Him to the Cross, and did not let anyone near Him. Do not, Lord, let You and the servants of God (names) come to my threshold. Amen. Amen. Amen".

When reading, you need to focus on your desire to keep specific people out of your house.

Any conspiracy is a secret action, not intended for prying eyes and ears. Its goal is to subtly influence a person without offending him directly. Nobody needs extra enemies, so you should delicately and with the help of higher powers get rid of the annoying person.

Without an invitation and prior notice, it is considered a rather rude act. After all, the owners may have work to do, work from home, cleaning, a high temperature or a bad mood. Some people, obsessed with a thirst for communication and confident in their own irresistibility, sincerely believe that their appearance at a party is a reason to drop everything and start having fun. Convincing such visitors that they do not always choose the right time is difficult, but possible.

An unwanted guest can be convinced to leave right from the doorstep. To do this, come up with some simple but tedious task outside your apartment. Going to the store in this case is not suitable, since the visitor will decide that you are trying for his sake and will volunteer to help. But in line at the clinic or visit - good options. Your visitor will not want to turn his sparkling visit into a visit to a hospital or housing department. Naturally, for plausibility you will have to get dressed and go out in the right direction. On the other hand, this will give you the opportunity to complete some boring tasks that you have been putting off for a long time. For example, actually making an appointment with a doctor or submitting documents.

Most people take hints, but some people need to hint more directly. If you are not just not happy with the guest, but are really busy or feel bad, you can say so. Moreover, this should be done not in the form of opposition: “I have a headache, fever, but you’re getting over it, make yourself at home,” but as harshly and unambiguously as possible: “I don’t feel well, come back another time.” In this way, you may darken the visitor’s radiant mood, but at the same time teach him to warn him of your intention to visit in advance.

If an unwanted guest has already entered your apartment, settled down on the sofa and demands small talk, try to inform that in the near future someone will join you whom your visitor, for one reason or another, cannot stand. Try to demonstrate how excited you are for the future visit of the second guest, how long you have been waiting for him and how, finally, everything coincided successfully. With a high degree of probability, your intrusive visitor will simply run away.

Sometimes guests sneak into your home pretending they don't understand the hints. You can play the same game and push the unwanted visitor out the door using his own methods. Try not to behave like the poor Rabbit from the cartoon about Winnie the Pooh (“The Rabbit was very smart and very well-mannered”), but use the methods of a rude teddy bear. If a guest hints that he is hungry because he did not have time to have lunch, do not rush to offer him the first, second and compote. Tell him that it’s in vain that he treats his stomach this way, that he needs to take care of himself, that you, for example, just ate an hour ago, and now you don’t want anything until the evening, or even until the morning.

Sheri Lapeña

Unwelcome Guest

Shari Lapena

UNWANTED GUEST


© Shari Lapena, 2019

© Kartsivadze L., translation, 2019

© AST Publishing House LLC, 2019

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Dedicated to mom


Acknowledgments

I'm still incredibly grateful to work with the best people in our business. Thanks again to my American publishers - Brian Tart, Pamela Dorman and the wonderful team at Viking Penguin (U.S.) - you are doing an amazing job. Thanks to Larry Finley and Frankie Gray of Transworld (U.K.) and their fabulous team- you are the best. Christine Cochrane, Amy Black, Bhavna Chauhan and the amazing team at Doubleday (Canada) - thank you again for everything. I am incredibly lucky to have the support of so many truly talented, passionate and responsible people. I couldn't have done it without you.

Thank you again Helen Heller - words cannot express how much I appreciate you. Thanks also to everyone at Marsh Agency for their excellent representation around the world.

I am especially grateful to Jane Cavolina - she is a wonderful editor.

Thanks also to Lt. Paul Pratti of the Sullivan County Sheriff's Office for his generous assistance.

I would like to emphasize that all errors in the manuscript are my own.

Finally, as always, I want to thank my husband Manuel and our children Christopher and Julia - your support and enthusiasm mean more than anything to me.

Friday, 16:45

The road twisted and turned with unexpected turns, leading ever higher into the depths of the Catskill Mountains. It seemed that the further away from civilization the path became more and more dangerous. The shadows deepened and the weather deteriorated. The Hudson River appeared and disappeared from view. The forest loomed on both sides of the road as a silent threat, as if plotting to swallow them whole. It was a fairytale forest, but the softly falling snowflakes gave the landscape a postcard charm.

Gwen Delaney clasped her hands tightly on the steering wheel and squinted at the windshield. She preferred dark fairy tales to saccharine postcard views. It was already getting dark, and it was about to get dark. Because of the snowfall, driving became more and more difficult, more and more tiring. The flakes fell on the glass so thickly that she felt like she was stuck in some kind of endless video game. And the road was clearly becoming more and more slippery. Gwen was grateful that her little Fiat had good tires. The world blurred into blind whiteness, and it was difficult to discern where the road ended and the ditch began. She couldn't wait to get to the place as quickly as possible, and she was beginning to regret that they had chosen a hotel in such a wilderness - literally in the middle of nowhere.

Riley Shooter sat silently in the passenger seat next to her, tense as a string. It was impossible not to feel her tension, and Gwen was turned on just by being in a cramped car with her. She hoped she hadn't made a mistake in bringing her here.

“The whole point of this little escape was for Riley to take a little break and unwind,” Gwen thought and, biting her lip, peered intently at the road. She was a city girl—born and raised in the city—and she wasn't used to driving through such a backwater place. The nights are too dark here. Gwen was starting to worry: the trip was taking longer than planned. Shouldn't have stopped for coffee at that cute old diner along the way.

It’s not clear what she was expecting when she suggested going away for the weekend, other than maybe a change of scenery and spending a couple of quiet days together in a place where nothing would remind Riley that her life was in ruins. Perhaps it was naive.

Gwen had her own problems that followed her everywhere. But she decided that she would put them out of her mind at least for the weekend. A luxurious small hotel in the outback, delicious food, pristine nature and no Internet - this is exactly what they both need.

Riley nervously peered into the dark forest outside the window, trying not to think that at any second someone could jump onto the road and stop the car with a wave of their hand. She clenched her hands, hidden in the pockets of her down jacket, and reminded herself that she was no longer in Afghanistan. She's home, safe, in New York State. Nothing bad will happen to her here.

The job changed her. After everything she had seen, Riley had changed so much that she didn't recognize herself. She stole a glance at Gwen. Once upon a time they were inseparable. It was not clear to her why she agreed to go with her to this distant hotel. Riley watched as Gwen focused all her attention on the winding road up the slippery slope into the mountains.

-Are you okay? – Riley suddenly asked.

- I? – asked Gwen. - Yes, everything is fine. We'll be there soon.

At New York University's journalism school, where they both studied, Gwen was considered a level-headed and practical girl. But Riley was ambitious - she always wanted to be in the center of events. Gwen did not like adventures, preferring books and peace. After graduating, Gwen was unable to find a decent job at a newspaper, but she quickly put her skills to good use in a good position in the field of corporate communications and, apparently, never regretted it. And Riley constantly worked in hot spots. And she managed to stay afloat for quite a long time.

Why is she doing this? Why does he think about the past again? Riley felt herself starting to lose control. She tried to breathe more evenly, as she had been taught. She couldn't let her past come back and take over.


David Paley pulled into the cleared parking lot to the right of the hotel, got out of his car, and stretched. The weather had made the drive from New York longer than he expected, and his muscles were stiff, reminding him that he was no longer so young. Before taking his bag from the back seat of the Mercedes, he paused for a moment under the thickly falling snow, looking at the Mitchells Hotel.

The beautiful three-story building made of red brick with gingerbread trim was surrounded on all sides by forest. The facade of the small hotel was open to view: in front of it was a snow-covered area, which must have turned into a wide lawn in the summer. The building was surrounded by tall coniferous trees and bare trunks wrapped in snow wool. A huge tree growing in the middle of the lawn extended powerful branches in all directions. Everything was covered with the purest white snow. It was so quiet and serene that David felt his shoulders begin to relax.

On all three floors, large rectangular windows were located at the same distance from each other. Wide steps led to a wooden porch and double front doors adorned with fir branches. Although dusk was just beginning to fall, lamps were burning on either side of the entrance, and soft yellow light fell from the windows on the first floor, giving the house a warm and cozy appearance. David stood motionless, ordering all the experiences of the day, and at the same time the week, and the past years, to recede. Snow fell on my hair and tickled my lips. It was as if he had returned to an earlier, more innocent and merciful time.

David decided that he would try to forget about work for the next forty-eight hours. A reboot is necessary for everyone, even the busiest people, from time to time. Even – and perhaps especially – successful criminal lawyers. He rarely managed to squeeze a day off, much less a whole weekend, into his schedule, and he was going to enjoy his vacation to the fullest.


Friday, 17:00

Lauren Day looked at the man sitting next to him: Ian Beaton was driving the car masterfully in rather extreme conditions. Looking at him, it seemed as easy as shelling pears. He smiled at her with his disarming smile, and she smiled back. Ian was handsome, tall and thin, but what attracted her most was his smile, his quiet charm, which made him so attractive. Lauren rummaged in her purse for lipstick and began, looking in the mirror on the protective visor, to carefully paint her lips. A pleasant shade of red refreshed the face. The car swerved slightly and she froze, but Ian skillfully straightened the steering wheel. The road began to twist more and more, and the car kept skidding.

“It’s getting slippery,” Lauren said.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it,” Ian grinned, and she smiled back again.

She was also captivated by his self-confidence.

- Wait, what is this? – she suddenly asked.

A dark spot appeared to the right of the road. The snow and cloudy weather made it difficult to see, but it looked like a car had been caught in a ditch.

As they drove by, Lauren peered intently at the car, and Ian began to look for a suitable place to stop.

“It seems like there’s someone there,” she said.

– Why didn’t they turn on the emergency lights? – Ian grumbled and slowly pulled onto the side of the road, fearing that they themselves would fly off the road.

Lauren climbed out of the warm car and her feet sank into several inches of pristine snow. Snow immediately filled my boots, tingling my ankles. She heard Ian also slam the door and get out of the car.

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