Thank you, Chlorine. Here is Friday's WIDOW'S TALE snippet.............
Her eyes shot wide open.
"What is it?" Such was the panic in Serena’s gaping stare, Brett felt dread clench his stomach.
"He’s here." She whispered in a detached voice.
Instinctively, Brett came to his feet, listening for any trace of the invader. The loft was silent apart from the crackling of the fire and the distant rumble of the ocean.
Serena’s gaze was unfocused and he considered touching her to see if she was truly awake, but then he heard it. The methodic footfalls emanated from behind her, their steps deliberate. Brett was already certain of their destination as he hastened to cut them off at the front door.
There seemed no mechanical source for this unsolicited visitor. It stemmed from the very floor beneath him, crossing wooden planks out into the night. With a growl, he hurled open the door and raced down the steps, determined this time to catch the culprit.
At the base of the stairwell, Brett wavered. The haunting memory of Serena’s oblique gaze troubled him. And the sound that ensued from above made him sick.
"No!" Brett tried to deny what he had just heard.
With dread he vaulted up the stairs.
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