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EXCERPT
“Close the door and stay in there until someone comes to get you,” the fairy
said. “We need you safe.”
I slammed the
door shut, then leaned my head against my arms. Pitch blackness surrounded me.
A thick, musty scent clung to the damp air. Chains rattled at the back of the
room. I went still.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Something
shuffled behind me. Whispers began in a low buzz, echoing off the walls. I
clutched my dagger tight to my chest and slid to the floor. My stomach knotted.
My heart raced. Any minute now, I’m gonna pee my pants.
A sudden
burst of light illuminated the room, and I squealed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll protect you…” a voice
hissed like air leaking from a tire. A ghostly fi gure fl oated toward me. Its
translucent skin glowed; its eyes were hollow and black. Phantom arrows
protruded from its—or rather his—heart. He raised a finger and pointed. “Get away from the door.”
I climbed to
my feet but stood where I was. The fairy had screwed me over. She’d led me to
be murdered by flipping ghosts.
“NOW!”
I staggered
forward right as something rammed into the door. The wood splintered while
growls erupted on the other side of the barrier. My eyes darted about the room.
There was nowhere to go. Well, other than a creepy ass hallway at the back of
the room.
Pop. Other ghosts appeared and shoved tables, barrels,
stones—anything they could fi nd—in front of the door. A cold touch on my arm
made me scream as the same ghoulish man-ghost ushered me toward the serpentine
hall I’d seen just a few minutes ago.
No way. I don’t want to go in there.
Yet, I didn’t
have a choice. If I stayed out here, who knew what the dog from hell might do
to me? Okay, so I either got mauled to death or accosted by a phantom.
Ghost it is.
My body
quivered as I finally followed after the being. Bluish orbs lit the narrow
passageway. Cobwebs brushed against my face. I prayed they didn’t have spiders attached
to them. Shadows clung to the rock walls, seeping out to trail us. Deeper we
went, until at last, we came to a metal door. Carved into its base were the
same suns, snowflakes, flowers, and leaves I’d seen on the stones outside. The
door creaked open, and I stepped into a room filled only with a large stone
table and several chairs carved right into the rock walls.
Please don’t let that be a sacrificial altar.
I stood
silent for a moment in an effort to catch my breath. When I turned, I saw an
army of ghosts step through the walls and ceiling. “Who are you? An-and what do
you want?”
“We are the ruined…” the ghostly man said. “We’ve come for you…”
My knees
buckled, and I reached for the wall to steady myself.
Rebekah Purdy grew up in Michigan, where she spent many late nights armed with a good book and a flashlight. When not hiding at her computer and getting lost in her stories, she enjoys reading, singing, soccer, swimming, football, camping, playing video games and hanging out with her kids. She loves the unexplainable like Bigfoot, the Dogman, and the Loch Ness Monster (lots of good story material)! She admits to still having all the books she bought throughout her childhood and teen years, and she may or may not have an obsession with anything chocolate…
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Thanks for sharing and hosting the book release :)
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