A disembodied head illuminated by a golden orb right below its chin floated in the doorway. Aimee found her voice and screamed loud enough to raise the any number of ghosts no matter where they rested. Ignoring the sharp, hot pain boring into her knee, she scrambled to her feet and ran for the window. It wasn’t that far to the ground.
She screamed again and started swinging when a hand grabbed her shoulder.“Stop that!” a male voice commanded.
So, did you recognize what was after Aimee? If not, put a flashlight under your chin, turn off the light, and see if the kids don't start screaming.
I've taken Never Trust a Pretty Wolf on a virtual book tour. My schedule is in yesterday's post. Follow along for a chance to win a $25 gift certificate from Amazon.