Two estranged sisters must use their paranormal gifts to prove themselves innocent when a college student goes missing.
Having escaped her dysfunctional past, Jess has been quietly enjoying her normal college experience. But all that changed the ni...
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Jess stifled a scream. Her wide eyes roamed her room, but there was nothing amiss. She could see Laura's duvet shifting as she breathed long and slow, still asleep. Their door was still shut, and the curtains were drawn.
And yet Jess' heart was racing.
She sat up, drawing a shaky hand through her hair and wiping at her clammy skin. The clock said it was 5am. That meant she'd only been asleep for a few hours.
She couldn't remember her nightmare, just the lingering feeling of absolute terror remained, and the sense that it was something important.
Shaking away the gnawing feeling that she needed to remember her dream proved impossible, so she tiptoed to the door. Maybe a fresh, cold glass of milk might calm her racing mind enough for the details to come back. Or at least that was what she was banking on, though she held little hope that it would work.
The nightmares had started a month ago, and she had yet to remember a single one. No amount of calming tea, hot milk, or sleeping tablets seemed to stop them. She'd almost been desperate enough to call her sister, but had decided against it.
She closed the door softly behind her and straightened. Someone had left the hallway lights on and the lack of shadows calmed her. She'd never felt scared in the house, but her nightmares left her feeling out of sorts and anxious.
The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she passed the only open door on their floor. Through a small gap, she saw one of the other sorority residents sitting on her bed, her head turned away from the door, her long blond hair trailing down her back.
Jess didn't linger long. Charity wasn't one for meaningless chitchat, and she seemed to be in a thoughtful mood. The last thing Jess wanted was to be caught in another one of Charity's deep conversations for hours. That had happened once too often already.
Not that she disliked Charity, but their views conflicted too much to make it an easy relationship.
Jess filled her glass and crept back up the other staircase. Originally built for the staff that the old house would have had, it was narrower and steeper, but it granted her the advantage of not having to pass Charity's room again.
She slipped into her room, closed the door, and then on impulse went to the window and peaked out. The RV was exactly where it had been, and so was the Deputy's car. There were no signs of life, but Jess didn't doubt that her sister was asleep inside, and not alone.
She tweaked the curtain back into place and went back to bed, hoping that she could catch another few hours of sleep without nightmares.
***
Jess watched as the Deputy descended from the RV and closed the door behind him.
