Black Opal by Rhodes Catie

Author:Rhodes, Catie [Rhodes, Catie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: misterio press
Published: 2013-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

10

I lay somewhere cold and damp, pain slamming in my head. The only light I saw in the inky darkness was a square of light somewhere above me. Disoriented, I tried to push myself to a sitting position, but something was wrong. Nothing worked the way it should have. My brain sent signals to my limbs, but they failed to respond. A nightmare. That’s all this is. I tried to wake up and could not. I felt a bolt of pure panic.

As I lay shivering, a figure appeared over me. I tried to speak, to ask for help, but nothing came out other than a mumble. A hot, hard hand grasped my wrist and pulled something off my finger. Then the figure climbed down where I was and began covering me with scoops of something. It peppered over my skin and the fresh, damp scent hit me. Dirt.

A scream built in my chest but stuck there. I needed to let my dream tormentor know I didn’t want to be buried because I was alive. But I felt paralyzed. More moans and mumbles escaped my mouth. The person burying me ignored them. The dirt covered my face, spilling into my mouth. I couldn’t even turn my head to the side to spit it out. Eventually, the dirt covered me all over. Every time I tried to draw a breath, I choked on granules of dirt.

Above, I heard banging and hammering. I prayed for rescue. But then footsteps receded, and I heard a car start. My heart slowed, and I wondered if I could die in a dream and survive in the waking world. That thought scared me enough to wake me up.

I sucked in a loud breath and attempted to sit up. Icy hands pressing on my chest held me down. Whining and gasping, I struggled, but my attacker had the strength of the dead. I swung one arm out, fumbling for the bedside lamp. I clicked it on, and the room flooded with light. Crouched on my chest, her face inches from mine, was Shayne.

“Get away from me.” My terror-stricken voice cracked and crumbled. I pushed at her, but my hands went right through her. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I opened my mouth and screamed so hard it scraped my throat raw.

Dean jerked awake next to me and turned to see what was wrong. He took one look at me struggling underneath nothing, and his mouth fell open, the color draining from his face. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He reached out to touch me but drew back his hand.

“Shayne. She won’t let me up.” At my words, she faded into nothing. I sat up, shaking and gasping, as a flowery scent flooded the room. I bet Shayne wore a perfume like that.

“Where is she?” Dean leapt from the bed, sniffing like a hound. “And where did that smell come from?” He knelt and peered under the bed like a kid afraid of the boogeyman.

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