GENRE: YA Supernatural
I eyed my pillow like an enemy. Which is crazy, because sleep shouldn’t be a battle. But after five bad nights, that’s exactly what it was. What kept me fighting was the fear that I would wake up wandering in the house again or, even worse, strolling the grounds in my pajamas.
Shifting on the window seat, I turned to stare out at the gardens and the flat green lawn surrounding Heraldsgreen House. It was after eleven, but it was still light enough to see the huge chestnut trees twitching in the wind. In Memphis, it would have been dark by now, but June nights in Scotland were so short.
A huge yawn fought its way past my clenched jaw and fogged the glass. No matter how many books I nodded into or songs I blasted through my headphones, I couldn’t stay awake forever. Sooner or later, I was going to lose.
Giving up, I folded the massive wooden shutters across the window. With that familiar feeling of dread, I crawled beneath the covers and wrapped the blanket tight around me, hoping it would keep me there all night.
The sound of screaming woke me.
“Abby! What are you doing?” My father’s frantic voice cut through my screams.
“What…?” I was standing next to the window by the great room fireplace. The dusty blue velvet curtains were bunched in my hands and crumpled at my feet. Above me, the heavy wooden curtain rod dangled from one screw, the rest ripped out of the wall.