The Death of Addie Gray by Amy Cross

Author:Amy Cross [Cross, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Horror, Ghosts, Occult
Amazon: B01EJI8OEC
Publisher: Dark Season Books
Published: 2016-04-19T04:00:00+00:00

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“Erica!”

“Rob?”

Lifting my head suddenly, I find that I'm in the kitchen again. The lights are off and night has fallen outside. I turn, but Addie isn't on the chair behind me, and when I glance at the window I can just about see rain glistening in the moonlight.

“Rob?” I whisper, getting to my feet. My knees and back ache, and I wince slightly as I make my way unsteadily toward the fridge. I feel as if I'm about to collapse, but when I pull the fridge open and reach inside for one of my caffeine drinks, I find that they've been cleaned out. I pause, trying to work out where they could have gone, but then I head to the trash can and look inside.

Sure enough, there are lots of empty cartons, as if Addie poured them all out into the sink. She must really, really want me to sleep.

I turn and look across the dark kitchen, but for a moment I feel almost too weak to take another step. It doesn't help that the entire room seems to be slowing turning around me. Leaning back against the counter, I try to work out whether I've somehow slept the whole day through. I have vague memories of waking a few times and talking to Addie, but it's as if there's a kind of fog in my mind and the whole world – my body, the house, even the sky outside – is upside down.

All I really remember is Addie constantly telling me to rest.

“Go to sleep, Mommy.”

Those same words, over and over.

“Go to sleep, Mommy.”

“Go to sleep, Mommy.”

Even whispering in my ear while I was dozing.

“Go to sleep, Mommy.”

Finally, figuring that I need to make sure she's okay, I struggle through to the corridor. I can hear a voice now, at the other end of the house, and as I make my way toward the farthest door I realize that Addie seems to be talking to someone. My first instinct is to call out to her, to ask what she's doing, but instead I make my way slowly to the door. So far, all I can tell is that she's speaking quietly, almost whispering. At the same time she sounds keen, as if she's excited.

Just as I reach the door, however, she stops.

I wait, hoping that she'll start again at any moment.

Seconds later, the door creaks open and she appears, staring up at me. For several seconds, she simply looks straight at me, as if she's trying to work out what to do next.

“You're awake,” she says calmly.

“Did I sleep all day?” I ask.

She hesitates, and then she nods. “It's good for you. Go back to sleep, Mommy.”

“Were you talking to someone?” I continue, reaching out and pushing the door open to reveal her bedroom. There's no sign of anyone else, of course. “I thought I heard your voice.”

“I was just...” She pauses. “I was praying.”

I frown. “Why?”

“I don't know. For Daddy's soul. I was praying that wherever Daddy's soul is, he's at peace.

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