The Home for Halloween Give@way
The Home for Halloween Giveaway
The giveaway celebrates the launch of paranormal thriller The Home. Experiments at a group home for troubled children lead to paranormal activity—and the ghosts are from the home’s dark past as an insane asylum. In development as a feature, it’s available in ebook at Amazon US, Amazon UK, BN.com, Kobo, and Smashwords.
By Scott Nicholson
(From Chapter 9)
Figured it wouldn’t last.
Yard Time had been nice, and Freeman was able to score a good spot on the rocks, bathing in the sun with his eyes closed. He was surprised the kids were allowed near the lake since it might prove tempting to the potential suicide cases among them. Many of the kids had broken into groups near the main building. The shouts and rubbery thuds of a soccer match rose from the lawn.
Freeman opened one eye against the orange blaze of sundown. The mountains huddled like great beasts around the group home. Farms and pastures stretched beyond the fence to the base of the rocky slopes, giving Freeman a sense of unease, as if with two leaps the mountains would be on him, with no trees in the way to slow them down. He hoped he wasn’t developing a case of agoraphobia to go along with his other problems.
Deke and his goon squad were hanging out in a worn spot amid the shrubbery, by the fence at the rear of the property. A gray thread of smoke spun from the shadows, either tobacco or marijuana. Deke probably had a steady supply of contraband, yet another way to maintain his throne and win tribute and loyalty from his dimwitted subjects.
“A penny for your thoughts,” came a voice below him. A girl’s.
Freeman’s breath caught in his lungs, as if he had inhaled one of the high clouds. His pulse jumped in his wrists and his scar itched. He snapped his eye shut and wondered if he should pretend to be asleep.
“How about a dime?” she said.
Freeman blinked and sat up, feigning drowsiness. She’d claimed to have ESP, and unless she had learned to lie telepathically, he couldn’t ignore her forever. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to. “Hi.”
Brilliant powers of observation.
But before he could twist his mouth into a frown, their eyes met and again Freeman felt his chest expand and his heart float. Or maybe his medicine was screwing with him. “Just got in today.”
“Nah. I’m chronic.”
She rolled her spooky, dark eyes. “Nobody’s born this way.”
Oh hell. She’s not trying to ask me about HIM, is she? Not Dad? Quick, change the subject, change the subject, change the subject.
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