The Tidings - [Ghost Huntress 0.5 - A Christmas Novella] - Plot & Excerpts
Rolling over to my right, I try to see my clock, but it’s so damn dark, even the numbers aren’t illuminated. In fact, my entire room is blanketed in utter blackness. Either my pink Christmas tree burned out or someone unplugged it while I was asleep. I can’t make out any shapes, furniture, or windows in my room. It’s as though I’m in some sort of antechamber, locked away from everyone and everything. I squint into the darkness, wishing I had the excellent night vision that my cats possess. No such luck. Then I hear the clanging of the chimes from Mom’s grandfather clock. It sounds out, echoing around me almost, as I count along with the dongs. Twelve. It’s midnight already? Damn, I must have been more wiped than I thought if I’ve slept for almost four hours already. But how can I be hearing the grandfather clock so distinctly when it sits in the front hallway downstairs? I scramble out of my bed and move to the window seat nearby. I ball my hands up and gently rub my fists into my eye sockets to jostle myself awake.
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