Becky stopped chatting with Nina. Her heart throbbed so hard against her rib cage she was dizzy. A whiff of brisk air moved between them as they talked. A hand touched her face; sudden shivers showed in her frame from panic. The dreaded cackle resounded as the life force faded from the room.
“Nina, don’t say a word.”
“Okay, Becky. I’ll continue to monitor your home.”
Becky rushed to her bedroom, stumbled into bed, allowed the light to stay on for the rest of the night.
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