The Summoning
Chapter One
I bolted up in bed, one hand clutching my pendant, the
other wrapped in my sheets. I struggled to recapture
wisps of the dream already fluttering away. Something
about a basement ... a little girl ... me? I
couldn't remember ever having a basement-we'd always
lived in condo apartments.
A little girl in a basement, something scary ...
weren't basements always scary? I shivered just thinking
about them, dark and damp and empty. But this one hadn't
been empty. There'd been ... I couldn't remember what.
A man behind a furnace ...?
A bang at my bedroom door made me jump.
"Chloe!" Annette shrieked. "Why hasn't your alarm gone
off? I'm the housekeeper, not your nanny. If you're late
again, I'm calling your father."
As threats went, this wasn't exactly the stuff of
nightmares. Even if Annette managed to get hold of my
dad in Berlin, he'd just pretend to listen, eyes on his
BlackBerry, attention riveted to something more
important, like the weather forecast. He'd murmur a
vague "Yes, I'll see to it when I get back" and forget
all about me the moment he hung up.
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