Linda frantically pulled
on the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. Nothing can ever be easy.
Todd shouted, “Open!” The
door obeyed and swung wide open.
She turned her back on
Todd. She was ready to leave this awful house. She didn’t want to see him…talk to him…or
even ask him any of the questions that were firing through her brain. She had
to accept the fact that he wasn’t who she’d thought he was: he had hidden powers, and maybe
even a hidden agenda, which placed his honesty and his trust into question.
She was angry that he’d
kept important information from her. Who knew what else he had hidden? Maybe he
was more involved in this than she’d earlier assumed. And who was running this
sinister game? Was it orchestrated by humans, or by some unknown creatures? The
dark shadows stalking her in town didn’t appear to be human. Were Todd and Sam
involved with these creatures? And if Todd had powers, did that mean he wasn’t
even human?
There were just too many
unknown variables to consider. Her mind was spinning with endless questions and possibilities. She had to stop agonizing about things that
couldn’t be resolved, and worry instead about what could be accomplished right now—like escaping the house and this horrible game.
They exited through the
front door, which slammed shut after them. They were pushed down the front steps—as if the house had grown tired of them and had
regurgitated them back outside.
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