Friday’s Page 69 ~ So Thirsty by Rachel Harrison
“I don’t like it in there at night,” she says.
“What?” I ask. A gust of wind lands like a kick in the teeth.
“In there. In the cottage. Too many windows. It’s creepy, don’t you think?”
The memory of my nightmare returns, heavy and searing, like someone has dropped a hot stove on my chest. Above me, behind me, is the window with a smear that looks like a handprint.
“Did you see something?” I say, my voice too high.
“Yeah. Too many horror movies. Obviously.”