Briar Summers never thought she would end up in the creepiest house on the block in a city far away from her home. Florida’s sun doesn’t quite fit well with her pale skin and dark clothing, but the weather seems nice enough. After all, her life has been one roller coaster after another and she’s ready for things to change.
What she didn’t expect was ending up in a haunted house with spirits ready to claim her for their own devices.
It’s no longer easy to tell who’s alive and who’s not.
It’s no longer easy to decipher what’s black and white.
A ghostly shade of gray is all that’s left.
(this is a paranormal romance/horror/na crossover. Includes adult situations and not recommended for readers younger than 18)
About the Author
A slamming noise in my bedroom woke me up just as I dosed off to sleep. I sat straight up and hugged the covers close to me in fear. At first I thought I was having a nightmare from my past, one of those that used to haunt me. Then I realized I was alone in my room. It was deafeningly quiet, nothing but me and the cold draft in the room, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I wasn’t alone.
“Dillon?” I whispered into the darkness, but there was no response. My little brother would have answered.
The old floors creaked, showing that someone was there. My heartbeat sped up, followed by a churning in my stomach that promised to make me hurl if I didn’t do something. A whimper escaped me, and I threw my hand over my mouth to hide it.
At eighteen, I had already been through a lot in my life, but nothing compared to the intense terror that ran through me at the thought of someone sneaking up on me while I was alone in my room.
My eyes adjusted more so to the dark, and I relied on the moon shining in my window to light up anything. As I looked across the room at my closet, I could see the outline of a person hidden in the shadows of my bedroom. At least, I thought it looked like a person. The only features that stood out were the dark eyes and the lips that curled into a devious smile.
A chill ran down my spine, and goose bumps took over my pale skin.
“Who are you?” I demanded, trying to sound brave although I was freaking the hell out on the inside.
Whatever it was didn’t move from the corner. Watching me. Studying me. My body started to shake, fear creeping over my skin as my mind started shifting from its sleepy state and registering that there was someone in my bedroom.
I reached over with a shaky hand to my bedside table and flicked the button on the lamp, sending light into the room. I turned my attention back to where I had seen it.
Nothing was there.