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After we all ordered, the Widows went on talking about our trip and our plans, but I couldn’t do anything but stare out the window toward the direction of our castle ...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Night, ladies.” Margegave us a wave goodbye before disappearing into her room.
“Night,” Alice responded, then disappeared herself.
“You sure you’re okay?” Sylvie asked when she stopped at my room.
I nodded, though I wanted to shake my head instead.
“Okay. Well, if you need anything, I’m right across the hall.”
It took everything I had not to beg her to come and sleep with me, but I didn’t want them to think I was a ninny. At least that was what Marge kept calling me after I’d said maybe we should pack up and leave the castle early. I’d slept in a castle. That was the wish. Now all I wanted to do was grab my bags and run for the hills and away from the ghosts I worried floated just outside. However, the other three were having such a wonderful time, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it because I was scared of the ghosts.
Ghosts I tried to convince myself weren’t real.
It was the wind. It was the wind. It was the wind.
I chanted those words over and over as I put on my plaid pajamas and climbed into bed. When I looked out the window and saw the moon almost full, I pulled the covers up tight around my chin.
It was the wind.
Leaving my candle burning, I tried to coax myself to sleep, hoping dreams of my strong, protective husband Axel would flood my mind and fight off the scary dreams about ghosts I imagined would come. But sleep eluded me again, and every creak and crack of the castle, and every soft brush of wind against the window made me jump out of my skin.
“You can do this, Doris,” I said to myself as I snuggled in deeper. “God will protect you. He would never let some silly ghosts harm you. Just trust in Him and go to sleep. You’re safe. Protected.”
With those comforting words soothing my scared soul, I closed my eyes.
A soft woman’s laugh from outside the window caused me to snap my eyes open. I froze in place, listening. A man’s voice, just above a whisper, then her giggle returned.
“Ghosts!” I whispered my scream, tumbling out of bed and bolting out the door.
“Sylvie! Sylvie! They’re back! Wake up!” I pounded on her door.
