The Haunting of Thornview Hall by H.P. Bayne

Author:H.P. Bayne
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781999147594
Publisher: Bayne Independent Publishing
Published: 2020-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

10

Sully tried to shut his eyes but he had no eyes to shut. Not in this form. It wasn’t him standing here, after all. It was the presence haunting this house.

And it wanted to watch. It wanted to watch with every molecule of its being.

Lowell took a step forward and started his swing.

An impact came, but not to Flynn. Sully felt it against his face, a hard slap. Then a second.

His eyes shot open. He was back in the third-floor bedroom, Dez’s form hovering above him, eyes wide and mouth popped open in fear.

Sully tried to talk but ended up in the midst of a hacking fit. Dez had yet to say anything Sully could hear.

But now wasn’t the time for talk, the threat still so close. One moment Sully was on the floor, struggling for air, the next he was upended over Dez’s shoulder, the lit room receding into the distance. His coughing increased as Dez’s jog sent his large shoulder hammering into Sully’s midsection, but he didn’t stop until they were back on the main floor.

In the sitting room where Sully had been only moments ago.

Dez set Sully down on the couch, then retreated to the kitchen. Sully kept his eyes on Dez, like an adrift sailor on a land mass ahead. Dez filled a glass with tap water and placed it on the coffee table. Then he eased Sully to sitting.

“God, Sully, you okay?”

Sully nodded. His breathing had settled, but his throat was dry. He reached for the glass, but his hands were shaking too badly to grasp it properly. Dez sat next to him and held Sully’s fingers around the glass, stilling them enough to allow him to bring the water to his lips. A little sloshed out, but he managed a good sip nonetheless. The cool water felt good against his throat, and he managed a second mouthful before Dez helped him replace the glass on the table.

Sully dropped his head into his hands before realizing he was mirroring the posture Lowell had taken in the vision. He corrected himself, lowering his head farther and entwining his fingers at the back of his head.

Dez’s hand landed on the back of his neck and squeezed gently. “You couldn’t breathe. You were just lying there, gasping for air. I didn’t know what to do.”

Sully lifted his head to meet Dez’s eye, offering the smile they both needed. “You did the right thing. You saved my ass. Again.”

“What happened?”

Sully turned away, eyes scanning the coffee table. He saw the object in a new light now. Lowell had lied, had reported Flynn’s head injury had come from a fall, supposedly after having suffered a heart attack. Had Lowell suggested the coffee table as the cause of the head injury? Sully dragged his eyes next to the table near the entry hall. The marble horse was gone. As far as Sully knew, no marble horse was ever mentioned in the evidence against Lowell. No doubt he’d tossed the thing somewhere or had hidden it so well it would never come to light.

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