I leaned closer, nose pressed to the cold glass.Ī bug splattered against the window and I jumped a foot in the air. It’d been nearly dawn by the time we got to the house, so I knew it had to be at least midmorning, but the fog outside was so thick I couldn’t see anything. I went to the window and pulled back the curtains. These days, every branch scratching the glass sounded like a zombie I’d raised from the dead, clawing to get in. I’d had enough in the last few weeks to last me a lifetime.Ī scrape at the window made me jump. Dull gray light shone through the curtains. As I rose on my elbows, blinking and struggling to remember where I was, a whisper snaked around me, words indistinguishable. It started with a laugh that slid into my sleep and pulled me out of it. until the dead decided they’d really rather have me awake. AFTER FOUR NIGHTS ON the run, I was finally safe, tucked into bed and enjoying the deep, dreamless sleep of the dead.
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