The Ultimate Seven Sisters Collection by M.L. Bullock

Author:M.L. Bullock [Bullock, M.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-07-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“CJ—Carrie Jo! Wake up! Carrie Jo! Now!” Detra Ann’s concerned face hovered over me as she roughly shook my shoulders. “Hey, are you with me, girl?”

“What? Is everything okay? Was I talking in my sleep?”

“Try screaming! You almost gave me a heart attack,” she said with a nervous laugh. “I thought the boogeyman was chasing you and…” her voice dropped to a whisper, “I thought I heard something downstairs.”

Her cool hands grabbed mine, and I could see in the dim light that her eyes were wide and fearful.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Just me scaring up some nightmares. I apologize, Detra Ann. Let’s try to get some sleep. I’ll keep quiet now, I promise.”

She nodded but didn’t move. She was convinced she’d heard something. I glanced at my watch; it was 4:30. We remained quiet, holding hands, waiting for any sound. I felt the hair on my arm prickle up in alarm and anticipation. Yep, something or someone was with us at Seven Sisters.

After a minute, I asked in a whisper, “What did it sound like?”

“Kind of like…” Before Detra Ann could answer, I heard a loud thump coming from the bottom floor. “Like that!” The willowy blonde froze, unsure what to do.

“I heard it too this time.” The thump was a footstep. Someone was walking—no, stomping—up the wooden staircase. Stomp, shuffle, stomp, shuffle…

“What do we do?”

I slung the covers off and ran to the door as quietly as I could. Yes, I had set the lock, but I was not leaving anything to chance. “Hand me that wooden chair!” Detra Ann did as I asked, and I slid the chair under the doorknob hoping that would protect us.

Stomp, shuffle, stomp.

“Is that Ashland? Is this some kind of joke?”

“What? No!” I whispered furiously. “He doesn’t even know we’re here—nobody does!” The stomping continued, and the sound was very close to us now.

“Oh my God! It’s at the top of the stairs now! What do we do?” Detra Ann was nearly in tears.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and dragged her by the hand to the far corner of the room, nearest the window. It was too late to call anyone—the intruder was here with us. The fear mounted as the stomps sounded louder and more threatening. Suddenly, the sound stopped, and I squeezed Detra Ann’s hand as fiercely as she squeezed mine. I watched in terror as the doorknob began to turn ever so slowly. I heard Detra Ann gasp. The doorknob turned easily now, more quickly. I was just about ready to call out, to scare away whoever stood outside the door, when I heard a voice growl, “Christine!” I knew that voice—it was Jeremiah Cottonwood! There would be no reasoning with him—not in this life or any other.

“Oh, hell!” I began to pat the wall frantically. I shoved the phone in the pocket of my pajama pants and searched in the near dark.

“What are you doing?” Detra Ann exclaimed, nearly frightened out of her mind.

“Looking for a

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