The Dead Girl's Secrets by TM Perkins

Author:TM Perkins [Perkins, TM]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-08-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Deryn

The tentacles wrapped around my body and began to squeeze. They dragged me across the floor back to the bedroom. I clawed at the floor as the rug burned my stomach. If I’m dead, why did this hurt so much? It was no use. I was back where I had started and gasping for air.

Mrs. Ravenshaw stared me down, her eyes burning.

“No!” I was trapped. I needed to give Aeneas more time. The shadows were gathering around me. I didn’t have time.

What can I do? My only exit is gone.

Link! I closed my eyes and tried to feel our connection. He hadn’t needed the raven to call me. Link! Please!

I felt a fuzzy faraway dream rising and falling in my mind. He felt farther away.

Mrs. Ravenshaw slithered into the room. Her robe hung off her blue shoulders as the bottom half of her body melted together and formed a single tale. Her one eye looked at me, lid half closed, and her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

My legs wouldn’t move. I couldn’t look away from her dead eyes and body.

“Margaret,” she hissed, and her face contorted from normal to partially missing as she spoke Maggie’s name.

“Where’s Maggie?” I asked her, or it, or whatever this was in front of me. My lower lip trembled

“Margaret whispering in the wall,” said her angry wraith face, eye blackening as she spoke. “Margaret singing songs.”

Mrs. Ravenshaw slowly calmed, and the night passed with the sun finally breaking through. The sleeping yellow and orange colors gradually filled the sky and crept across the floor. Mrs. Ravenshaw’s face became normal, as did her body.

“Margaret?” She smiled at me, her large doe eyes kind. Her smile was fragile, and the sides quivered slightly. “Let me brush your hair.”

“Did you brush Margaret’s hair often?” I asked.

Mrs. Ravenshaw touched her own dark hair. “I always wanted curly hair. I loved the way the waves cast down the mountain and ran through the valley.”

I stayed close to the door. Mrs. Ravenshaw was caught up in her mind and started swaying to music only she could hear. I watched her warm in the sun and twirl her flowing robe with the grace of a dancer. It bloomed elegantly around her. She arched her thin arms and I could easily imagine her to be a ballerina when she was alive. Her body smoothly danced around her room, stopping when she was framed by the window, the glow of the rising sun crowning her hair and revealing hues of red in the dark strands. She was beautiful when she wasn’t a monster.

“I loved the dinner parties.” She smiled at me and circled the room. “He promised dinner parties and said the music would always be playing for me.”

George? I felt a chill clench my insides. What had George done to his wife?

The sun rose to noon and quickly peaked, and with its slipping, her mood shifted again. The dark sky ushered in a storm, and the rain began to fall.

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