Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Then I woke up this morning and there was a heaviness in the air that I hadn’t noticed before. I felt it first when I walked from my room to the nursery to get the baby who’d awakened.
She was a little fussier than normal and at first I put it down to her teething. But when medicine and the cold teething ring didn’t work their usual wonders, I figured it had to be something else.
I hope she wasn’t coming down with something. Maybe we’d kept her out in the sun too long the day before? She didn’t have a fever though, and nothing else seemed to be wrong.
I was only a little spooked when she kept looking beyond my shoulder as I was changing her. There was a look in her eye as if she was seeing something that wasn’t there.
I thought maybe Callan had snuck up behind me, but when I turned to look there was nothing there, just that heaviness and a strange feeling that spooked me.
Almost like there was something not seen with the naked eye. I shook off the fanciful feelings and focused on getting her dressed and getting the heck out of dodge.
I’m already fighting hard not to scare myself half to death since the night I saw the floating lady. I’d convinced myself that it was safe, that a house this old should have such things lurking in the dark.
I’ve never been afraid of such things. Then again I’ve never been exposed to anything like it. But my love and fascination with horror movies kind of made me immune. Or so I thought.
But for some reason I couldn’t fight the feeling that something was about to happen. It wasn’t the ‘ghost’ so much as the look on the baby’s face that I found worrisome.
You know how they say children and animals are great detectors of good and evil? Well, her reaction wasn’t giving me much hope that this thing whatever it was is the former.
She wasn’t being her usual playful self, but instead stared wide eyed into space with a fretful look on her little face as she fussed even more.
That feeling of being watched grew stronger as I made my way from the nursery and headed down the stairs with the baby on my hip.
I had the sudden fear of being pushed down the stairs. I even felt the sensation of my body going into flight and kept looking back over my shoulder for the threat, but again there was nothing there.
Callan wasn’t looking much better than I felt when I walked into the kitchen. After the day and night we’d had I was expecting him to be a little bit more jovial. Instead he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink.
Though his morning greeting was still sweet and reassuring, I felt the change, like his mind was way more preoccupied than usual.
Of course to make matters worse, Trudy walked into the kitchen just as I was leaning over him with the baby in my arms for my now prerequisite morning kiss.
She made no secret of the fact that she wasn’t pleased, and I wondered again what the real story was with her. It was obvious no one wanted her here, at least they didn’t seem to.
Ella still wouldn’t bring it up, but I gathered from her reaction every time Trudy’s name was mentioned that there was no love lost between those two either.
I hadn’t seen Sheila since my first day here and I was dying to just so I could ask. And maybe ask about the crying woman and the floating lady. Callan never brought it up again and I kinda got the feeling that he didn’t want to.
Breakfast was a bit more somber than days past and I was beginning to feel self-conscious about my actions of the day before. But as soon as we left the table a change seemed to come over him.
“Why don’t we go for a ride? You haven’t seen the rest of the land yet.” He took the baby and nuzzled her neck, making her laugh, and just that easily that heavy feeling was gone. It felt like the sun came from behind the clouds.
“That sounds nice.” He took my hand and led me outside to the garage where he kept his vehicles. There was a Range Rover, a work truck with a bed and a sports car.
I knew he had money, though he didn’t act like it, but the line of antique cars in the other bays were a testament to the fact.
He strapped the baby into her seat and then helped me into the passenger side, even strapping me in. My eyes followed his every move and when he stopped and kissed me, the last vestige of unease dissipated.
He’d picked the perfect time for our little outing. It was still early morning so the sun wasn’t blazing hot and the birds could still be heard chirping away in the tree branches as we drove with the windows down.