Chapter 23
Cain turned in a circle and laid down in front of my closed bedroom door, his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth in a heavy pant. The two of us had raced up the stairs as soon as the spirit vanished. My body shook so badly that the bed bounced beneath me. I pulled my knees to my chest and slid back until my back hit the headboard, grabbed a pillow, and buried my head in it. My mind raced.
What happened wasn’t possible. I didn’t just see a …a what? A ghost? I couldn’t have, right? It wasn’t possible. A ghost did not just try to touch me. No, no, no! I slammed my head into the pillow and screamed. What was happening to me? What would have happened without Cain? Could she have killed me?
I threw the pillow across the room. Cain’s ears perked, but he didn’t stand. Maybe th
