Was reading this lovely novella when I came across this one on page 39% and just LOVED it.
Stella hung over the wooden rail and watched the inky waves, far below.
I know you’re down there…
As if in answer, a sudden swell made the ferry tip and her stomach rolled. She’d never liked being out on the open water, but the nightmare had made it worse. She couldn’t remember all of it. Deep, dark water. The feeling of drowning. In the daytime, the details always faded away, like mist in the sunlight.
Mum always blamed it on Gran – all her tales of sea witches and selkies, blue men and sea monsters. Stella didn’t really believe the stories any more, but deep water still made her uneasy.
She couldn’t shake the feeling there was something down there, watching.
Within seconds, his fingers are red, numb. Pulling off his rucksack, he reaches for his pocket knife. He flicks it open, starts hacking at the snow, jabbing the hard surface with the blade, hooking dense, crystalline clumps away.
A few centimetres in he can see more of the bracelet, more of the fabric.
Pinching his fingers around the top of the bracelet, Jérémie yanks hard. He jerks backwards, the material and bracelet coming with him, together with something else.
Jérémie stares, frozen.
Bile fills the back of his throat. Dropping the knife, and the bracelet, he gags, vomiting over and over into the snow.
“This storm is going to get worse,” Hudson announced, as if we all hadn’t been telling him that exact thing.
“Let’s get back inside before it does.” Dani’s black hair whipped around her head as a gust of frigid, salty air scoured us. Hudson tugged her towards the steps. “Or we could get in the car and get out of here before every road is flooded and we’re stuck in this house for days.”
Without warning, the front yard lit like a flash grenade. I shut my eyes on instinct, but the white halos had embossed themselves onto my eyelids.
We need to be in the house, and we needed to be there now.