Six Feet Under
Chapter One
Charlee woke with a gasp, her fingers clawing at her throat. Air ... she needed
air. She sat up abruptly. Her mouth gaped wide, her eyes growing enormous. Chest
heavy, she choked as she tried to inhale.
Not enough.
She desperately pulled another breath and then another. Shallow, hungry swallows
that refused to penetrate her frozen lungs. The results were an uncontrollable
coughing fit and wrenching panic that gurgled in the pit of her stomach.
Where was she? Charlee's head snapped up, frantically scouring the room. A
strange bedroom ... not a coffin ... The realization should have brought
comfort. Still her heart raced. Sweat beaded her forehead.
Each time she grasped for control, it slipped through her fingers like running
water-impossible to hold.
She had never been afraid of the dark, but she needed light. The radiance coming
from the fireplace was not enough. As if she willed it, the room instantly
bathed in light, not harsh and bright, but a soft glow.
When the large room began to spin and the walls moved, logically, she knew it
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