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“Abby? Hey, are you listening?”
She whipped eyes back to Toely “Are you okay? I said your name like three times”
Confusion tangled her thoughts “Did you see that?” She looked back toward the fireplace but there was nothing there She pressed her lips together She hadn’t i had been the same as when she’d passed the bottom of the stairs the first time she’d come in the house Heavy and sad Oppressive
Desperate, she realized, and her stomach tumbled nervously But how could that be?
“See what?”
And if she breathed a word of it to Tohtfully so She’d fall over laughing herself—if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes She shook her head “N … nothing Looks like you were right The stairs did coht down to the kitchens It’s cold down here” She wrapped her arms around herself
“It would have been hot as hell with the ovens going, especially in the h I don’t think Marian used it much from the looks of it” He pointed at the door at the other end of the room and frowned “That was barred from this side so no one could come down And the bookcase upstairs hid the only other way in” Tom went over to an old wood table and exas here You really do need to get soive you a name”
The entries were barred froical or not And she got the feeling that that someone was Edith Foster It was the wo room The dress was much plainer, but the face was the same
If it was Edith Foster, it did indeed hosts
Which was just flipping crazy She hadn’t just inherited a mansion, she’d inherited a haunted one Holy shit The old-tiht
Oblivious, To this part of the house again, I’ll have to factor that into the quote,” she caught hiister the words in her brain
“I don’t know I’ll have to think about it”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“It’s just eerie down here No wonder Marian closed it up Let’s go back upstairs”
Wasting no tih the door, up the stairs and into the attic Tom followed behind, more slowly as he stopped to lock the kitchen door and then the servant’s entrance It had to be Abby’s e and old and it had only taken one ht at the pub to set off Abby’s overactive ifroht of the kitchen Perhaps if she told herself that enough, she’d believe it