For This Life Only
“I rubbed my sleeve over my eyes to get rid of the tears, but my throat felt raw and full in a way that suggested they might start again anytime.
Thera shut and locked the door behind me, holding a finger up to her lips. “She’s with a phone client,” she said, tipping her head toward the closed pocket doors to my right. I could hear the faint murmur of a female voice beyond them.
“This way.” Thera moved around me and then started up the stairs, her bare feet light on the worn wooden treads.
Out o...f habit, I wiped my feet on the mat, then followed her. Lots of framed photos decorated the wall on the way up, covering but not hiding the faded and peeling wallpaper. Everything here seemed old, but not messy or dirty, unlike the outside of their house. Nothing screamed “paranormal” here either. No Ouija boards or crystal balls that I could see, no strange symbols painted on the walls.
At the top of the stairs, Thera walked into the only lit room.
I stopped in the doorway. The room was small, with angles in the ceiling that made it feel even smaller, and the bed, covered in a quilt and a tidy assortment of textbooks and notebooks, dominated the space.MoreLess
Thera shut and locked the door behind me, holding a finger up to her lips. “She’s with a phone client,” she said, tipping her head toward the closed pocket doors to my right. I could hear the faint murmur of a female voice beyond them.
“This way.” Thera moved around me and then started up the stairs, her bare feet light on the worn wooden treads.
Out o...f habit, I wiped my feet on the mat, then followed her. Lots of framed photos decorated the wall on the way up, covering but not hiding the faded and peeling wallpaper. Everything here seemed old, but not messy or dirty, unlike the outside of their house. Nothing screamed “paranormal” here either. No Ouija boards or crystal balls that I could see, no strange symbols painted on the walls.
At the top of the stairs, Thera walked into the only lit room.
I stopped in the doorway. The room was small, with angles in the ceiling that made it feel even smaller, and the bed, covered in a quilt and a tidy assortment of textbooks and notebooks, dominated the space.MoreLess
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