She kept thinking she could hear someone scrabbling at the window and once or twice she was convinced she saw a face peering in. It’s my imagination, she told herself - a tree outside with its branches rubbing against the glass. Moonlight in the branches forming a pattern that looks like a face. But she didn’t – quite – believe it. The older part of her brain, the part that knew nothing of logic, knew there was someone out there trying to get in - someone scratching on the window-pane. And, right on the edge of her hearing, she could hear a voice calling, “Let me in, Juno. Let me in.” By the small hours she had reached such a state of panic that she was ready to run from the room. She lay on the bed, filled with pent-up energy and fired up ready to go. She had a vivid memory of lying in her room as a child, knowing that something was under the bed and that if she could just get to her parents’ room she would be safe. But it was a long way across to the bedroom door and it would catch her before she could escape.
What do You think about Disappeared: MANTEQUERO BOOK 2?
