The ghost of Cally Frasier peered out of an attic window. A shadow floating in shadows, she stared down at the front yard and watched as the new family started to move into the house.
My house, Cally thought.
99 Fear Street.
The house where I lived. And where I died.
“You will be sorry,” Cally’s ghost murmured bitterly. “I promise you will be sorry.”
No one heard Cally’s bitter promise. That didn’t matter.
She would make it come true.
Look at her down there, all crumpled. Her dress all rumpled.
She wouldn’t like that. She was always so neat.
She wouldn’t like the blood, so dark and messy.
You were always so perfect, Anna. You were always so bright and shiny, as if you were sparkly new every day.
“My Diamond,” Mom always said.
And who was I, then?
Who was I while you were Little Miss Perfect?
Well, you’re perfect now. You’re perfectly dead, ha ha.
I picked a random page in this ebook, sadly, I forgot to remember the page and I don’t have the ebook any more. So it is a real teaser now. 😛
Leaning against a bus-stop post across the street, illuminated by a circle of yellow light from a street lamp behind him, she saw a young man staring at her.
He didn’t move.
She recognised the red windbreaker. He had worn it a million times.