“…you…here…”
Graden swallowed hard, eyes closed against the ghost, but she wasn’t going away quickly tonight. After long minutes mumbling at the foot of the bed, the air shifted and he gagged on the smell. He’d hoped she wouldn’t be as bad as the previous night, but instead she seemed worse. When he opened his eyes a crack, her hand was reaching out to him.
Graden sat up, pulled back, but she was surprisingly fast. This time when she caught him it was by the neck rather than the chin and he gasped, the painful tingling causing his throat to close.
“…die…”
Graden tried to grab her arm but his hands passed through. He’d been concerned Louk wouldn’t want to be woken for this; now he was worried he couldn’t get away at all. She yanked the blankets off him and he thrashed, wanting to yell b
