The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 365) Hunted
Lyla stands with the bright beam of the flashlight upon her as she begins to pull the strange pieces of the puzzle together. Crispin does not say a word but he lets out a very evil laugh as if her confusion pleases him dearly.
“Who I thought was Marnie turned out to be you and then you kept changing as I backed away. You’d look over at someone and then you became them.” She watches Crispin with wide eyes as she takes a few steps back. “I remember you attacked Marcus and then tried to hurt me.” She looks around the attic space. “Smokey jumped down and. . . you threw her out into the yard; I thought for sure you killed her!”
“Ahhhh, sweet Lyla remembers.” Crispin’s voice sounds very strange.
“I ran from you, I came up here.” Again, Lyla looks around as if trying to find a way to flee.
“Don’t worry. There is only one way in and one way out.” Crispin says as he stands next to the ladder that leads down to the main floor of the house.
“What is wrong with you? Why did we get to know each other again if all you wanted to do was hurt me?” She asks now letting her anger come through over her fear. She takes two steps back from where Crispin is.
“Do you remember crawling through the attic?” He asks as he quickly steps in her direction. “Do you remember the feeling of being hunted?” He turns the light out and the attic is now pitch black.
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