Lost Girl (Book One of The Lost Trilogy): A Paranormal Mystery by Anne Francis Scott

Author:Anne Francis Scott [Scott, Anne Francis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Fiction
Publisher: Scott Publishing Group
Published: 2012-04-09T22:00:00+00:00

Dear God. Allison had to take a minute to get her shaking under control. She rubbed her hands over her face, blinked. Her first night alone in this house . . . the storm had knocked out the power. The lightning had given her just a glimpse of the thing running at the edge of the woods.

A stray dog, she’d assumed.

A dead dog, Allison had come to realize.

Now she suspected that what she had seen bolting through all that rain was neither.

She glanced back down at the looping, feminine script. A girl. One who had left town three days before. Or maybe not.

A spirit, then?

Not if that girl was Allison.

She closed her eyes for a second, tried to think. Was it possible that she had seen herself? Some sort of weird, mental flashback?

A vision?

The psychic arena was Toni’s realm. Although, Allison remembered reading that an emotional or physical trauma could awaken latent abilities. She hadn’t realized it then, but shortly after she had lost Ken, she’d been able to see and talk to the dead.

She wondered now about the other child—the girl who had been with the dead boy. Scared, he’d said. She hadn’t shown herself to Steve, either.

Why?

Questions, theories racing through her head, Allison got up, paced over to a window; turned when she heard rawhide thump against the hardwood floor as the dog whimpered. Jack had his big brown eyes on her, watching her every move. He’d done the same, she remembered, the entire time she’d unpacked the boxes and bags she’d brought in from the car.

Even from the utility room, with his head lowered over his bowl of kibble, he’d kept an eye on her while she sat at the kitchen table with her own supper. Worried, she supposed. Probably because his former owners had abandoned him.

That was sad, but his home was with her now. And just having him here made her feel not quite so alone, more secure. Hopefully, she would do the same for him.

“It’s okay, boy. I’m okay.”

The dog cocked his large head, studied her for a while longer. Then wagged his tail and went back to his rawhide.

Allison ran a finger along the leaded glass as she peered out at the twilight shadows. Psychic. It was such a foreign concept to her. Aside from her—what was it called?—mediumistic ability, could she possibly have some sort of extrasensory perception?

It would explain a lot.

Where had this . . . talent come from? Would it help her work through the nightmare her life had become in the last week? Or only confuse her more.

Her gaze shifted to the deeper mass of shadows at the western edge of her lawn. Just a few hundred yards beyond the thicket of pines and underbrush, stood a sad-looking, two-story farmhouse in desperate need of a good coat of paint.

A subtle hint, she thought, of the abuse that went on behind those walls.

Allison squinted from a quick, bright flash and swung her gaze in that direction, just as the headlights rounded the last corner of her driveway.

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