Chapter 2“What the…” Jordan sat up at the kitchen table and stared at the screen of his laptop, leaning on an elbow as he read the article again. Not only had Bennie’s aunt died in the house, but apparently seven other residents as well, ever since its construction fifty years ago. The chilling thing was, they had all died in the attic. Of heart attacks.
He jumped at a dull thud overhead, and his heart raced. Jesus. He wished Bennie would quit messing around and come downstairs. He’d been up there for hours. Sure, they’d told Bennie’s mom they’d go through the stuff in the house before the estate sale that weekend. But enough was enough. They’d made some crazy hot love up there, yet afterwards, as they’d looked through the trunk, Bennie had grown quiet, subdued, distant.
He also refused
