The Ghostly Hideaway by Doris Hale Sanders

Author:Doris Hale Sanders
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: suspense, ghosts, suspense mystery

Chapter Eight

Some Dreams Come True

Chrissy went upstairs and climbed into bed pulling the covers over her head. She didn't even turn the lights on and as she got warm she was asleep almost immediately.

She dreamed. In her dream, someone was calling to her. “Christina! Christina! Where are you, Christina?" As she awoke in her dream, she could hear the voice calling and it seemed to be coming from far away. When the voice swam closer, she could see the colorless eyes as they came through layers of fog-like cotton. Then she could see the rest of the apparition, as it appeared to seep through the wall of her room and continued to swim toward her. It seemed she was sleeping in the Coy’s bedroom and the door in the corner from the secret passageway suddenly burst open and Johnny was there, wild-eyed and disheveled. His clothes were smoking and his eyes looked like coals of fire. He reached for her and the apparition appeared to knock Johnny back against the passageway door. Suddenly she was floating high in the air and the apparition was wrapped around her like a cloak of protection. Johnny was screaming her name and jumping up toward her as she floated near the ceiling. The apparition pulled her out of reach and Johnny couldn’t seem to grasp onto her. She began to struggle. She loved Johnny and she wanted to be with him. As she struggled, the warm cocoon that was the apparition released her and she began falling toward the floor and when she actually awoke, she had kicked off all the covers and she was shivering with cold and fright.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and remembered everything that had happened in the night: the shotgun blast that woke her, the smell of kerosene that assaulted her nostrils, the accusations by Norman Jones, the sheriff taking him away, Johnny’s admissions, and the tour of the secret passageway. No wonder she had had a nightmare. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and it said it was almost eight o’clock. There beside the clock was a small pot of begonias the same color as the beautiful one on the windowsill at Johnny’s Grandmother’s house. Now, wait a minute. How did that get there? Surely, Johnny hadn’t come through the secret passageway again. Not after last night.

Chrissy yawned, stretched, and went to the bathroom. She showered hastily, put her pajamas in the clothes hamper, put on her robe, and went back to her room to get dressed. She didn’t know what she wanted to wear; she had no idea what the weather was doing. She didn’t have any outside windows. She knew now it was because of the secret passageway. However, she did know it had to be cold because of the temperature in her room.

When she got downstairs, she was amazed to find that snow covered everything. Snow was piled up on the tops of the fence posts and even under the veranda roof, snow was piled up on the porch swing several inches deep.

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