Haunting-Adeline

“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I need to be inside of you now.”
Internally, I cringe. Externally… I cringe. I try to play it off by jerking my
shirt over my head. He has the a en on span of a beagle. And just like I
suspected, he’s already forgo en about my li le blunder and is staring
intensely at my ts.
Daya was right about that, too. I do have great ts.
He reaches up to tear the bra from my body—I probably would’ve
smacked him if he actually ripped it—but he freezes when loud banging
interrupts us from the main floor.
The sound is so sudden, so violently loud that I gasp, my heart pounding
in my chest. Our eyes meet in stunned silence. Someone is pounding on my
front door, and they don’t sound too nice.
“Are you expec ng someone?” he asks, his hand dropping to his side,
seemingly frustrated by the interrup on.
“No,” I breathe. I quickly tug my shirt back on—backwards—and rush
down the creaky steps. Taking a moment to check outside the window next
to the door, I see the front porch is vacant. My brow furrows. Le ng the
curtain fall, I stand in front of the door, the s llness of the night closing in
on the manor.
Greyson walks up beside me and looks over at me with a confused
expression.
“Uh, you gonna answer that?” he asks dumbly, poin ng at the door as if
I didn’t know it was right in front of me. I almost thank him for the
direc ons just to be an ass, but refrain. Something about that knock has
my ins ncts blaring Code Red. The knock sounded aggressive. Angry. Like
someone had pounded on the door with all their strength.
A real man would offer to open the door for me a er hearing such a
violent sound. Especially when we’re surrounded by a mile of thick woods
and a hundred-foot drop into the water.
But instead, Greyson stares at me expectantly. And a li le like I’m stupid.
Huffing, I unlock the door and whip it open.
Again, no one is there. I step out onto the porch, the ro ng floorboards
groaning beneath my weight. Cold wind s rs my cinnamon hair, the strands
ckling my face and sending shivers racing across my skin. Goosebumps
rise as I tuck my hair behind my ears and walk over to one end of the
porch. Leaning over the rail, I look down the side of the house. No one.