Hey everyone! On our next stop on the GothMares tour we will be giving you a snippet of the book here! Scroll below and prepared to be spooked.
She squeezed her eyes shut very tightly and swung back
into the bathroom, allowing her back to come to rest against the door with such
force that it banged against the wall again.
This time there was sure to be damage but Angela was more concerned
about her breathing, which she was currently unable to catch.
Her heart pounded hard as it tried to escape from her
chest and it really started to hurt. I didn’t see it. I didn’t see it. Yet every time she thought the word ‘it’ she
could see a clear image in her head showing her what she didn’t want to
see. What
I didn’t see. I couldn’t have. I’d be…
Her mind reeled and she suddenly realized – until that
very moment – she never knew what that phrase meant. Angela thought she could deal with just about
anything that came her way, that nothing would cause fear—not for her. Even for a girl like Angela there were
limits.
She had just exceeded those limits and her mind was
doing a kind of summersault, looking for a rationale that would at least
categorize—if it couldn’t totally dismiss—what she’d just seen. Explaining it, she thought, would be
completely out of the question.
Angela rolled against the wall, back into the
bathroom, until she got far enough past the door to allow it to close. She decided that a ginger, quiet motion would
be best. No sense disturbing…it. Whatever.
I didn’t see it. I didn’t see it.
As she heard the door bolt clack into its slot in the
wall, Angela breathed an irrational sigh of relief as if a simple door would
stop what she’d just seen. Her breathing
shortened again as an image slipped quietly back into her mind, an image of…that,
just breaking through and plowing right over the broken door—and her.
What could it want?
Angela quickly turned the lock and backed away from
the door, as if the door itself had now become her enemy. She backed all the way into the bathroom and
sat on the wet countertop where the two sinks were sunk in—two pretty,
off-white clam shells. There she waited
in silence for…something. What is it?
She considered this might be another one of her
GothMares, since they often intruded on everyday life without warning. But even the most intense ones never
frightened her as this brief vision had.
And the back of her pants were getting wet from real water on the
countertop. Angela had never felt
anything REAL while she was having one of her ‘visions’. Not like this.
