The Former World by Jessica Grace Coleman

Author:Jessica Grace Coleman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime, suspense, mystery, murder mystery, paranormal, young adult, supernatural, detective, ghost, whodunit

Chapter Seven

The following night I was sitting in my room, feeling far too depressed to even think of going out anywhere. Apart from work, I hadn’t really been ‘out’ since mine and Connor’s trip to Renfield, and considering how that ended, I didn’t think it really counted.

I was back in my gloomy post-V-fight mood and I couldn’t snap out of it. My parents were away in Birston at some stupid-sounding convention, where middle-aged people dressed up and danced around pretending they were from the Middle Ages. Yes, really.

It was good to have them out of the house but I’d also been bored to death for the whole day. I’d dyed my hair, cleaned my room, drawn some new tattoo designs, and had been sitting with Keaton watching old black and white movies for the past six hours in an attempt to forget about what was going on. When I got fed up of that, I decided to just go to bed.

I was trying to avoid thinking about John - hoping he’d just decided to take off for a while rather than the horrible alternative - but it was easier said than done.

I kept nearing the calm depths of sleep when I’d think of him hunched over that whiskey, head in hands, looking like a shell of his former self, and I’d jolt awake again.

It was a couple of hours later and I’d only just managed to drift off properly when my phone rang. I fought my way out of my dreamy haze and felt around on my bedside table (nearly knocking my glass of water over in the process) until I reached my mobile. I looked at the caller display and groaned as I answered.

“Will, what the hell? I’m asleep. Or was.”

“Powers, shut up and listen.” His business-like tone immediately woke me up and I dragged myself to a sitting position.

“What is it?”

“Connor.”

“What? Where are you? You sound muffled.” I reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. My clock read 1:23 a.m.

“I’m in the woods. It’s raining. I’m trying to keep my phone dry under my coat, and I don’t want to speak too loudly.”

“It’s one in the morning, why are you in the woods?”

I tried to picture the unending darkness, the groups of identical trees, the claustrophobia of the night. I shuddered.

There was a pause. “I was listening to music in my usual place and I… kind of… fell asleep. Anyway, I woke up and was just finding my way back to the path when I saw a light, like a torch. I hid behind a tree and after a while, I could make out who it was. It was Connor.”

My mind reeled. “What was he doing?”

“I don’t know for sure… but he seemed to be looking for something.”

“Has he gone now?”

“Yeah, he’s gone. But Norman might still be around.”

It took a couple of seconds for that to sink in. “Norman was with him?”

“Not exactly… Norman came after Connor left.”

“And what the hell was Norman doing?”

“He didn’t really seem to be doing anything.

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