Salem's Witches (Neitherlands Book 1) by Tizzy

Author:Tizzy [Tizzy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-11-09T07:00:00+00:00

9

Annabella woke screaming and drenched in sweat, a common occurrence as of late. With every passing day her nightmares became more vivid and her nights scarier. In this case, all she could remember on waking was something about a rabbit in a top hat eating cutlery.

She had even established a routine to calm herself after such dreams: She looked through the dark, barely lit room, making sure her nightmare hadn’t moved to the real world as she woke. She expected the rabbit to jump on her, but the room was silent and still, as most bedrooms would be in the middle of the night.

Except for the figure standing there staring at her.

Annabella jumped, almost sure she was dreaming again. Waking from a dream straight to another dream wasn’t uncommon, so she pinched her arm as savagely as possible to wake herself up, without losing track of the weird man just in case.

Blood oozed out of her newly made wounds, but she did not wake.

“I’m…” she said, once she figured out it was probably not a dream and she’d probably have some explaining to do when everyone saw her arms, “I’m not working right now. Could you just please, turn around and, you know, leave?”

The man stood there, impassive.

Annabella sighed. “Look, we have working times. I’m not working right now—I don’t think anyone is, actually. So I’m gonna need you to go or else I’ll have to call security and—”

“You don’t even remember me, do you, Annabella?” said the man. His voice boomed through the room.

Annabella stared at the man. He was standing against what little light there was in the room, so it was difficult to discern any facial features other than long hair and a thin, long, gross mustache. Annabella also didn’t need much light to discern his expression: It was one of disapproval. It was the kind of expression of disapproval you can see in a dark room, with your eyes closed, while the person giving it stands behind you.

“I don’t think I recognize you, sir,” said Annabella. Even if the face had rung a bell, the voice was one she had never heard before and hoped she would never hear again. It gave her chills.

“You spent years of your life talking drivel about me and studying the many ways in which I affected your life and those of others so you could recognize me and fight me, and now that you have me in front of you, you don’t know who I am?”

Annabella’s eyes widened. She tried, once again, to recognize him, this time with a clue so big a blind man wouldn’t miss it. She squinted then, trying to see it. She thought she could, sort of, see who the man was.

The man looked exactly like Xianuu, yet…not quite. There was something uncanny about him.

“Are you really Xianuu?” She had never quite believed in Quackology. She had never expected Xianuu to visit her. But then again, she had never expected to die and wake as the living dead, so her standards on what to believe had dropped quite low.

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