Tag: ebs, ghosts, horror, paranormal, thriller

There’s so many kids,” he said low enough so only Jessica could hear. “We’re going to walk right into them in two more steps.” If it gave Jessica pause, he didn’t sense it. Instead she seemed to pull him faster. A frigid hand closed around his heart, freezing the ebb and flow of his blood. Eddie gasped, overcome with the chill of a thousand deep, dark graves.

This was a part he didn’t like. It made him feel like a jailer, or a kidnapper. “Another sin, another string of Hail Marys,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. So much was riding on this. It could all blow up in their faces. If he was still a betting man, that’s where he’d lay his money. Too many moving parts that weren’t in line with one another. Praying wasn’t an option. God didn’t have time for deceivers.