A Ghost's Vengeance For Lost Love

a Hawki

work, the culmination of years of sleepless nights and

eant to them. It was flashy, photogenic, something they could boast about at country club dinners. My work was... qu

ght." I never asked them to choose. I never wanted to be a burden. I just wante

they' d read the invitation I' d left on the kitchen counter. I assumed t

o them, I was just

orced to re-watch from my new, ethereal perspective

home, making final adjustments to my presentation slide

pen. Not the loud slam of my famil

hey were large, dressed in dark clothing, their

ice trembling as I stood up from m

e small space, sucking all the air out. One of them held up a key. A key I

r than death itself

grunted. "Make sure you miss your little party tonight

racing. "Please, just leave. I

an grabbed me, his hand like a vice on my arm. He was rough, sho

his partner. "A picture. Somet

ll of malice. They were enjoying thi

aline cutting through the fear. I fought back. I kick

s a m

tangled, and I fell backward. The back of my head connected with

h spreading through my hair, down my neck. I could feel the li

r died in their throats, r

whispered. "That wasn

just ran. They scrambled out the back door and disappeared

one was there. My vision was blurring, the room tilting violently, but I mana

ial. It rang once, twice, then went

t up the screen.

e get it. You'

thought this was a game. They were blocking my cal

I could think of. Daxton. My fiancé. The ma

d on the s

. I could hear the thumping bass of music in

a wet, gurgling sound. "Help m

a sound of weary exasperation that sh

ed with impatience. "You can' t do this tonight. N

d. "It' s bad, Daxton. I t

itation. "Look, I' ll take you out for a nice dinner tomorrow to make up for it,

ne wen

hung up

rstood. There would be no nice dinner tomorrow. There would be no to

echoed in the silence of my mind. It was something Kamryn had sc

ust disappear! I w

hought, as my wor

t your

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