I had Random.org select a page and it selected page 152.
‘Tabby,’ the voice came again, accompanied by a laugh.
Scratchy leaves brushed against her bare arms; she shut her eyes to brace for the imapct. This was it. her death. She was sure of it.
‘Ohmigod, Henry!’ she squealed as she opened her eyes. ‘I thought you were a serial killer!’
‘Shh..’ Henry whispered, unable to contain how funny he found the situation. ‘You’ll give away our location!’
‘Tabby crossed her arms across her chest. ‘You could have thought about that before you dragged me into a hedge. If I drop dead from fright, murder will be on your hands.’
New Orleans is a city ruled by the dead.
I remember the moment I first heard someone say this. The old man meant to frighten me. He said there was a time when coffins sprang from the ground following a heavy rain, the dead flooding the city streets. He claimed to know of a Créole woman on Rue Dauphine who could commune with spirits from the afterlife.
I had random.org select a percentage today and it went for 87%.
“Oh, no,” he breathed.
I pushed open the door, and saw everybody was standing round Veronica’s college. I could see the edge of some black spray-paint writing. There was a capital C and then an O. I pushed my way forward, and as people let me through, I saw the whole word: COWARD.
Was it meant for me?