Nightingale's Nightmare (Cassadaga Book 4 - Plot & Excerpts
All she felt were wet, clammy walls, as if the surface were perspiring. The back of her neck was cold and chilled as she inched along, hoping to find some light. Laughter filled her ears, the kind one would expect to hear at a haunted house, deep and resonate. Where was she? Nothing was familiar. An odor crept into her nostrils, both sour and pungent. It made her head reel with overwhelming distaste. Nightingale coughed to release the discomfort. Then she heard it. Footsteps. They came from behind and were moving at a fast pace. Closer they came, rapidly closing the distance between her and she knew not what. Nightingale’s heart drummed a jazzy beat of fear and her throat closed with tension, as if that would keep ‘it’ away. But what was it? She began to run, bashing her shins and toes into unseen objects, thrusting her head against hard surfaces that made her ache. Nightingale knew she was bleeding, she could feel the droplets slithering into her eyes and running down her cheeks.
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