I woke up in a cold sweat.
That dream... It felt so real... Why had that guy called me Heather? His image was fuzzy... And the drink was the color of the liquid in the bottles...
Could this have been a hallucination? Of what Heather Wood had seen the day of her murder? It couldn't be.
But it HAD to be.
It was one of my visions. And it definitely scared me.
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A Taste of Hollywood
Misteri / ThrillerElla’s mom just married a big-shot director and now they’ve moved to Hollywood. Does Ella care? All she cares about is the secret trapdoor she found in her bedroom floor... And the mysteries inside. What’s in these strange red vials she finds? Her m...
