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Colin. The blade sliced through Colinâs chest, and he roared in painâ
âsitting bolt upright in bed.
âJesus! Colin!â yelped Becca. âYou scared me!â
It was dark out. Colin was breathing heavily, covered in sweat and not much else. At the end of his bed stood Becca Emerson. She wore her usual dark clothing, heavy eye shadow, and held a flashlight in one of her gloved hands.
âI scared
you
? Becca, what are you doing in my bedroom?â Colin demanded.
Maybe Iâm still dreaming?
âI came in the back door. You should really lock it.â
âYeah, good advice. What are you doing here?â
Colin looked at his clock. It was 1:00 a.m.
âIâm going to Merton Forest. Want to come?â She smelled excited.
How can someone smell excited?
It smelled like lavender and the color purple.
Colin blinked a few times to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
When the girl youâve secretly been crushing on for the last year breaks into your house in the middle of the night, wakes you up, and asks you to visit the scene of a crime with her, what else do you say?
âLet me put on some pants.â
Chapter Seven
Sniffing Around
T he night was crisp and cool as they slipped out the same patio door through which Becca had secretly entered Colinâs home. The fog was less dense than it had been during the day, which made navigating through town a lot easier. Not that it was really an issue as, not surprisingly, no one was out at 1:30 a.m. Colin had tried to think of something smart to say in hopes of impressing Becca but was failing miserably. His headache and general soreness had subsided but there were lingering scents from his dreams that disturbed him. Mostly the smells of fire and blood.
âWhy are you so twitchy?â said Becca.
âI didnât realize I was.â
âYouâre like a chihuahua.â
âCute with big ears?â Colin asked hopefully.
âTheyâre always so jumpy.â
Colin didnât know much about flirting but he was almost certain this wasnât it.
âWell if you had my grandmother, youâd be jumpy too.â
Becca laughed, and Colin smiled triumphantly.
Ha! I made a funny.
âShe is one seriously creepy old lady,â said Becca.
âShe comes from a long line of crypt keepers.â
Becca laughed again, louder, and the sound bounced around empty buildings as they walked down Main Street.
Iâm on fire!
âYou should see her without the wig. Her head looks like a rotting avocado,â Colin laughed.
âUgh, Colin, thatâs just gross. How on earth did it look like aâ Never mind, I donât want to know.â
Colin shoved his hands in his pocket and decided to change the direction of conversation. âWhy are we going to Merton Forest anyway? Any why did you wake me up? And how many times have you broken into peopleâs houses?â
Becca counted her answers off on her fingers.
âTo see the crime scene. Because I donât want to go by myself. And including tonight, five times.â
âThat was very ⦠truthful.â
âI donât know if youâve noticed, but I donât exactly have many good friends.â
âIâm a good friend?â said Colin, immediately wishing he hadnât.
âIf you have to ask, I guess not.â
âCan I change my question?â he said quickly.
Becca glanced at Colin. âYouâre pretty sharp for someone who just woke up.â
I am pretty sharp? Iâm never sharp.
And he wasnât lying to himself either. Colin maintained average grades and didnât really excel at anything.
Sharp
was not a common word people used to describe him.
They reached the southern edge of town and hopped a wooden fence into a field.
âIf we cut across the Merton Farm fields, itâll be quicker than taking the road around,â said Becca, pulling a flashlight out of her pocket and
âsitting bolt upright in bed.
âJesus! Colin!â yelped Becca. âYou scared me!â
It was dark out. Colin was breathing heavily, covered in sweat and not much else. At the end of his bed stood Becca Emerson. She wore her usual dark clothing, heavy eye shadow, and held a flashlight in one of her gloved hands.
âI scared
you
? Becca, what are you doing in my bedroom?â Colin demanded.
Maybe Iâm still dreaming?
âI came in the back door. You should really lock it.â
âYeah, good advice. What are you doing here?â
Colin looked at his clock. It was 1:00 a.m.
âIâm going to Merton Forest. Want to come?â She smelled excited.
How can someone smell excited?
It smelled like lavender and the color purple.
Colin blinked a few times to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
When the girl youâve secretly been crushing on for the last year breaks into your house in the middle of the night, wakes you up, and asks you to visit the scene of a crime with her, what else do you say?
âLet me put on some pants.â
Chapter Seven
Sniffing Around
T he night was crisp and cool as they slipped out the same patio door through which Becca had secretly entered Colinâs home. The fog was less dense than it had been during the day, which made navigating through town a lot easier. Not that it was really an issue as, not surprisingly, no one was out at 1:30 a.m. Colin had tried to think of something smart to say in hopes of impressing Becca but was failing miserably. His headache and general soreness had subsided but there were lingering scents from his dreams that disturbed him. Mostly the smells of fire and blood.
âWhy are you so twitchy?â said Becca.
âI didnât realize I was.â
âYouâre like a chihuahua.â
âCute with big ears?â Colin asked hopefully.
âTheyâre always so jumpy.â
Colin didnât know much about flirting but he was almost certain this wasnât it.
âWell if you had my grandmother, youâd be jumpy too.â
Becca laughed, and Colin smiled triumphantly.
Ha! I made a funny.
âShe is one seriously creepy old lady,â said Becca.
âShe comes from a long line of crypt keepers.â
Becca laughed again, louder, and the sound bounced around empty buildings as they walked down Main Street.
Iâm on fire!
âYou should see her without the wig. Her head looks like a rotting avocado,â Colin laughed.
âUgh, Colin, thatâs just gross. How on earth did it look like aâ Never mind, I donât want to know.â
Colin shoved his hands in his pocket and decided to change the direction of conversation. âWhy are we going to Merton Forest anyway? Any why did you wake me up? And how many times have you broken into peopleâs houses?â
Becca counted her answers off on her fingers.
âTo see the crime scene. Because I donât want to go by myself. And including tonight, five times.â
âThat was very ⦠truthful.â
âI donât know if youâve noticed, but I donât exactly have many good friends.â
âIâm a good friend?â said Colin, immediately wishing he hadnât.
âIf you have to ask, I guess not.â
âCan I change my question?â he said quickly.
Becca glanced at Colin. âYouâre pretty sharp for someone who just woke up.â
I am pretty sharp? Iâm never sharp.
And he wasnât lying to himself either. Colin maintained average grades and didnât really excel at anything.
Sharp
was not a common word people used to describe him.
They reached the southern edge of town and hopped a wooden fence into a field.
âIf we cut across the Merton Farm fields, itâll be quicker than taking the road around,â said Becca, pulling a flashlight out of her pocket and
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