Falling For My Dead Husband's Ghost

ybach, a sound that vibrated deep in Amelie Glass's bones. Each

soleum. It wasn't a tomb; it was a cathedral of the dead, a monument of marble and g

nt later, her own door was pulled open. A b

your new hom

without temperature, flat and cold as the marble facade before the

She took the offered umbrella, her fingers brushing against Mrs. Ga

eling inadequate against the damp chill. She followed the housekee

ioned key. The lock turned with a gro

of the room, bathed in a soft, ethereal blue light,

65 days," Mrs. Gable stated, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "This is the

on the small metal plate

ON

dates of his bir

th the cold snaked its way up her

furnished sparsely: a narrow bed, a small table, and a door that pres

od will be delivered once a day. Do not attempt to leave.

ed with the same lack o

r Leo, she would endur

leave

one floor. The heavy doors swung shut behind her, the sound of the lock

was

ncing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent

The wind howled outside, a mournful cry that seemed to seep through the stone.

ng weight on her chest. Her eyelids grew heavy. She was drift

A cold so profound it felt lik

s snapp

w. The blue light from

on the back of her neck. The unde

he turned

gure stood sile

t died before it could make a sound. It was as if

rs, a lean frame. It was shockingly similar to the man in the

A vengeful spirit, angry that a substitute bride, a

dow lea

expensive whiskey and sanda

attress by a force she couldn't comp

s hand w

se that was terrifying. His fingers, calloused and s

asn't

reathe. Ghosts didn't have hands tha

it into something new, something worse. She was t

, and humiliating. She squeezed her eyes shut, digging her nails into her own palms until

denly as he appe

of his presence was her torn dress, the ache in her b

. She didn't know if she had been awake or asleep, if i

isen when the heavy d

e scene-the tangled sheets, Amelie's torn dress, the raw marks on her skin

accepted you," the housekeeper sai

" Amelie rasped, her

le's lips. "In Hyde Manor, there are things you are

the tray on

ember your brother's l

deeper than the supernatural. She wasn't being haunted by a ghost.