Hush

HUSH

EVA KONSTANTOPOULOS

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Published by AuthorHouse 6/5/2015

ISBN: 978-1-4685-0291-6 (sc)

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About The Author

It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.

Samuel Johnson, quoted by James Boswell

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The dream is always the same. It’s just a trickle at first, dark hallways, empty rooms, but then I see a face. Eyes wide, nostrils flaring, a little girl’s mouth covered with tape. The room is damp and cold and simple, a chair in the middle of it all. That’s where the girl sits in a yellow dress, hands bound and feet dangling off the floor.

I want to tell the girl to run, to fight back, to scream, but I can’t move my lips. I can only watch as a hand strips off the tape over the girl’s mouth and picks up a pair of pliers, the hand tilting the girl’s head back and prying her mouth open. The pliers reach down, pulling on the girl’s tongue, stretching it longer and longer, the walls closing in and the girl’s eyes pleading…

“Freak!”

I sit up in the back seat and look out the window. Our client’s not here yet. Thank God. We’re parked on a quaint residential street a few miles from campus. Although this is the third house we’ve done and we’re getting into a routine, I still feel guilty about our little business.

Jackson, my big brother, grins at me from the driver’s seat. “You really got to stop talking in your sleep.”

“I wasn’t,” I say, feeling saliva running down my cheek. Crap. I look over to Elliot, who fiddles with an EMF meter next to me. He smiles politely and I wipe the drool from my face. Classy, Angela. Really classy.

“That same dream again?” Elliot asks.

I nod. “Maybe it’s a sign.”