Ultimate Supernatural Horror Box Set

Chapter 14

The temperature inside the brownstone was diving.

Grant built up the fire with the remaining logs, and with Paige’s help, dragged over the leather sofa and the mattress she’d been sleeping on.

He took the flashlight upstairs, stripped the guest bed.

Hauled the pile of blankets and covers downstairs.

It was long past midnight when Grant finally eased down onto the sofa, and as his head hit the pillow, the sheer exhaustion swept through with such intensity he could’ve mainlined it.

He wrapped two blankets around himself and turned over to face the fire.

The heat felt good, and it came at him in waves.

Paige lay on the mattress several inches below.

“You getting warm?” he asked.

“Not yet. Has it been worse than this?” she asked.

“No, I think we have a winner.”

Without the central heat running, it was quiet enough in the powerless house to hear the rain and the occasional hiss of a car going through a puddle on the street, though they were driving by with greater infrequency at this late hour.

Grant pulled his arm out from under the covers and touched Paige’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’ve been living with this for weeks,” he said.

Tears had begun to shine in the corners of her eyes.

“Before,” Paige said, “when it was just me, I kept thinking maybe this wasn’t real. Maybe I was imagining it. Losing my mind. But now you’re here. And don’t get me wrong—I’m so glad you are—but it means this is actually happening.”

“There’s an explanation.”

“What?”

“I don’t know. But we’ll figure it out.”

“You’re a detective. It’s your job to believe there are answers to everything.”

“There are answers to everything. Also, I’m very good at my job if that makes you feel any better.”

“No offense, but I think haunted houses are a step above your pay grade.”

The room undulated in the firelight, Grant so tired his eyes were lingering on the blinks.

“Do you really think this place is haunted?” he asked. “Whatever that even means.”

“I’ve thought about it a lot, and I don’t know. But if this isn’t haunted, I’d hate to see what it takes to qualify.”

“How do you sleep knowing what’s up there? Or rather, not knowing?”

“I only sleep when my body shuts down and my eyes refuse to stay open. The dreams are awful.”

“You have a gun in the house?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Where is it?”

“My coat pocket. The gray one hanging by the door.”

“Loaded?”

“Yes. Why? Planning to shoot a ghost?”

“Never know.”

“You know you can’t ever go into my bedroom. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Promise me you won’t.”

“Cross my heart.”

For a moment, Grant considered trying to leave again, but just the threat of that all-encompassing pain put a shudder through him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Paige said.

“What’s that?”

“You’re thinking when you wake up in the morning, it’ll be different. That there will be light outside and people driving around, and we’ll have somehow slept this off.”

“I don’t know what to think.”

She reorganized the covers and tucked them under her feet.

Shut her eyes.

“Don’t get your hopes up. You don’t wake up from this.”