Heaven's Diary by Giselle Renarde

Author:Giselle Renarde
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: halloween, paranormal romance, supernatural, ff, succubus, pnr, transgender lesbian, wlw, sapphic sensual fiction, lesbian diary
Publisher: Giselle Renarde

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Faithful Diary,

Is it right to be terrified? Am I overreacting? I wish I could sleep at work. I wish I never had to spend a moment alone in this house.

As I stood in the kitchen preparing my dinner, I heard an unusual sound.

The house was not dead silent when this occurred. Far from it. I had the television on in the next room and the radio blaring beside me. Still, I didn't think, not for even one second, that the sound I'd heard came from either of those sources. It was too close, too fresh.

I'd been facing the stove when I heard this sound. I could tell that it emanated from somewhere behind me and to my left. I ought to have turned. I told myself to turn. But I couldn't. I was terrified. It could have been anything. It could have been nothing.

Why was I so afraid?

This house. It inspires fear. It's not just me. I know that now.

As I continued frying my sausage and leftover potatoes on the stove, I had the distinct impression that someone was watching me. I could feel their eyes burrowing into my skin, like a parasite. I knew exactly where they were standing: by the kitchen door, the one we never close. I could feel someone's gaze upon me. I could almost have convinced myself that there was another person in the house.

I tried and tried to convince myself I was capable of turning and looking, turning to see. Each time, I tried and failed. Tried and failed, tried and failed.

What was wrong with me? I dealt with all sorts of situations in my job and yet, at home, I couldn't even turn my head?

Finally, I convinced myself I could achieve this one small task.

At the same time, I heard the sound again: a squealing sound, and a brush.

I turned in time to see the kitchen door close. By a matter of mere inches, granted, but still. It moved. It moved, and it stopped. This event would perhaps have been less frightening had the door slammed shut. Then I could have told myself I'd left a window open. The breeze had grabbed it. But why would a door—a door that never moves, mind you—close on its own? Close slightly, and then stop.

The squealing sound came from the hinges. The brushing sound was the door against the floor. It wasn't hung properly. Could that account for its stopping rather than shutting all the way?

What would explain its motion in the first place?

Why would a door move on its own?

As my meal burnt in the frying pan, I recalled the night when Elle confessed to me that she and Terra were having an affair. I remembered Terra bursting into the kitchen and slamming the door when she left.

Could that account for the motion?

Had Terra left some sort of psychic trace on the house in which I live?

Was I being haunted by her hatred?

Did Terra truly hate me?

What had I ever done to provoke such ire?

I could not remain in the kitchen any longer.

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