Raising Cain: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel: (Spook Society) (Haven Hollow Book 17) by J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory

Author:J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory [Rain, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rain Press
Published: 2022-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

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My breath sawed in my throat, dust choking my pipes as I took in desperate gasps of air.

I stumbled through the dark house. Only the glimpse of the moon through the tattered drapes gave me any hope of avoiding the dark lumps of furniture spread across the floor. My hip knocked against something heavy, but I didn’t slow down.

I didn’t dare.

He was coming. He was right behind me in the dark. I had to keep moving, keep running, because if he caught me…

My foot went through the floor with a sharp crack of splitting wood. There was no time to brace myself, and I landed with a heavy thud on my hands and knees, legs stretched out awkwardly. The splintered wood felt like razor-sharp teeth sinking into my skin, trying to bite down while I yanked away, attempting to drag myself free.

I heard his heavy footsteps closing in.

He was coming.

The truth beat inside my chest like a second frantic heartbeat.

He was coming, he was coming, he was coming.

With a panicked sob, I hauled my leg away from the floor, tearing my flesh free from the broken boards, fingernails scrabbling against the wood.

He was right behind me.

I could feel the wash of his hot breath against the back of my neck as I ran for the stairs. The wood creaked and shuddered in the dark. I was terrified the steps would give way and send me flying backward, right into his waiting hands. Somehow, the stairs remained steady beneath me, though a couple sagged alarmingly under my feet.

In the dark, I misjudged the final step, and caught my trailing foot on the top landing. It sent me sprawling to the floor again, and I scrambled on my hands, clawing my way forward until I could get to my feet again.

Fingers closed around my ankle, and panic strangled the scream in my pipes. I struck backward, kicking free before the grip could tighten. I stumbled down the upstairs hallway.

Heavy footsteps on the stairs, coming closer and closer.

My heartbeat pulsed thick and heavy, like it was trying to pull free and escape my body entirely.

A doorway loomed in the dark. I ducked inside and tried to shut the door behind me. But the door hung off its hinges, awkward and crooked, and wouldn’t close, no matter how hard I pushed. Brass squealed, unnaturally loud, giving away my hiding spot.

The footsteps echoed in the hall, loud and heavy. There was no way I could get past him to find better shelter, so I abandoned the still-open door, searching the room frantically with my hands.

Another door. A closet, this time.

I didn’t hesitate, squeezing inside and pulling the door shut. I clamped my hands over my mouth, trying to quiet my gasping breaths so they didn’t give me away.

The footsteps had stopped.

Was he hesitating, picking what room to search? My hands tightened. My heart slammed against the wall of my ribs, beating so hard it was painful. I waited for the footsteps to pass by, further down the hall.

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