THE NANNY an absolutely breathtaking psychological thriller with a stunning final twist by ELEONOR SAMUEL

Author:ELEONOR SAMUEL [SAMUEL, ELEONOR]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books psychological thrillers and crime
Published: 2023-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

“No.” I moaned and turned over. Buried my face in the covers, so that I couldn’t see the blank, staring walls. Four a.m. The room was cold, but the sheets were damp with sweat. For half an hour, I had dreamt of staring eyes and flames. If you could call them dreams; I no sooner seemed to have closed my eyes than they were open again, and as I blinked away the encroaching shadows, all I could see was the shape of his lips, and his folded arms on the table top . . .

I can’t stop thinking about you, India.

I inhaled and sat bolt upright, sleep gone in a second.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I slipped from the tangle of kicked-off covers and stood up. I’d tried everything. Reading. Washing my face in cool water from the sink. Standing in the window until my eyelids drooped. But when I listened to the silence, I heard other things instead. The soft fall of imagined footsteps on the attic stairs. The creak of a door that hadn’t opened.

A chill ran over my bare arms. I pushed open the door, the wooden floorboards of the landing cool under the soles of my feet. I tiptoed downstairs into the kitchen, flinching at the icy tiles, and ran a glass of water. I sipped it slowly, staring at my pyjamas, at the shadowy shapes of the chairs around the table, at anything except the black window-glass and whatever might lurk, unseen, on the other side.

Are you scared of ghosts?

For goodness’ sake. I downed the rest of the water and turned quickly. I’d never been afraid of the dark in my life. All the noises, creaks, bumps, happened every night. Nobody was there.

I gritted my teeth. The skid of something on the corridor floor as I made my way back to the stairs was a cat. So were the heavy footsteps on the landing; I heard them every night as I lay in bed. Once, when I was here alone, I had even stayed to watch, paranoid that it was Alicia.

The boards behind me let out a low creak . . .

Suddenly there was a strong hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my cry; fingers tightened around the top of my arm. My breath jammed in my throat.

“Ssh. Don’t scream. It’s me.” Alex’s whisper was hot against my ear, so soft as to be almost inaudible. “I thought I heard someone creeping around.”

He’d been in bed; his hair was tousled and he was only wearing his jeans, the faded dark blue denim hanging loosely from his hips. He released my face and stepped back, half in shadow.

“I came down for water.” My pulse was racing. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to explain. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Silence. Neither of us moved. The impenetrable darkness of the staircase loomed above us. He was standing very close. So close, that all at once I was finding it hard to breathe.

“You’re going away in the morning.

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