Girl, Incorrupted: a love-horror story (Her Darker Impulses Book 1) by Megan Bledsoe

Author:Megan Bledsoe [Bledsoe, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: all the feels horror book, dark fantasy novel about love, dark horror books about love, dark horror story about love, gothic horror novel about love, horror books with all the feels, horror novels with all the feels
Publisher: Arched Brow Books
Published: 2023-09-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

Daphne – 24 days left

I came out of my last midterm in a mental fog, just clear enough to notice my fellow students giving me double-take glances as we passed each other in the halls.

Yes, people, I am the long-running poster child for screwed.

My first midterm had been biology, multiple choice. It should’ve been easy, but instead of selecting his own questions from the material he’d actually assigned, Professor Gordon had used a random question generator. Halfway through the test I’d closed my eyes…

And something else had offered to take over.

There, there, Daphne. Check out for an hour. Let autopilot handle this one.

I’d accepted.

I’d accepted on chemistry and physics, too. I doubted autopilot would improve my grades enough to reactivate my scholarship; I just hoped it didn’t retro-activate it into a loan.

Conlin had offered me time off to study, but I couldn’t afford to take it unpaid, so I’d popped popcorn for a birthday party on Sunday, strolled the aisles of the near-empty theater on black-and-white Monday, and cleaned the lobby on Tuesday and the house on Wednesday. Only after I’d vacuumed the aisles had he told me not to come in today, Thursday, because he hadn’t booked any events all week. So frustrating. Not that I would’ve studied if I’d had the time off. The peace I’d found in being one of millions who suffered from sleep-paralysis hallucinations wasn’t lasting. I’d witnessed other strange things at least four other times. All at the theater. And all in the presence of Guy.

“You mean the mist?” he’d said when I’d asked him about it. We’d been preparing for the birthday party. He was blowing up balloons, and my hands were covered in papier-mâché. I shrugged, even though the mist was exactly what I’d meant. It seemed to have capabilities far beyond that of a mere fog machine. “Why? You scared?” he said. “Done blaming a faulty HVAC?” He blew up another balloon. “I’ve tried to tell you we’re haunted.”

His surlier-than-usual answer had soothed me more than he’d meant it to, but not enough. The faulty heating system probably had produced some of the unsettling effects I’d seen, but I feared my faulty mind had created the rest.

They say only sane people question their sanity, but questioning my sanity wasn’t making me feel sane. So I’d been trying not to think about any of it‍—the hallucinations, the ring, my grades, Andy leaving‍—and all that left me to think about was Fausten.

Tip‍—crunch.

Her performance with Andy still bothered me, but at least her issues had nothing to do with mine.

“She’s fine,” Petty had said when I’d asked about her. We’d been shoving old junk away from the left side of the storeroom’s door to make room for the rack he wanted installed to hold Fausten’s Aphrodite platform. “Just needs rest.”

Tip‍—crunch.

“What about her arm?” I asked, rubbing my own elbow. “Did she break it?”

“Bruised it some. Just needs rest.”

“Why didn’t she brace herself?”

The once-pocked skin around Petty’s now-smooth nose hiked up on one side.

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