Janey kneels by the headstone and lights a candle. Her demeanour tells George she knows he’s watching.
She hasn’t always done it, George would say if he talked to people. At first, she scared him she’d turned so wild. He might have expected it, given what he’d done. But he was too happy she’d returned.
Never lasted, though. Every time the leaves turn, Janey needs a boost. One of them gave her back her conscience.
She still looks like his Janey, but with every woman he’s put in her grave, Janey’s turned. They may well come for him this time.
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This is wonderful, such suspense. Good one.
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Thank you!
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Spine chilling.
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Great storytelling Sonya and welcome back!
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Thanks, Amanda!
by the way, it seems my comments get spammed on your blog – I just left a comment on your latest TLT and it doesn’t show up.
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Oh weird Sonya. I will go look for it thank you! Thanks for commenting.
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Yeah, for some reason, WordPress has decided I’m a spammer. Very annoying.
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Yes, I bet!
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A wonderful chilling suspense. Enjoyed 🙂
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Thanks, Jessie!
I just left a comment on your latest TLT and it’s not showing up. I think it might be lurking in the spam…
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Terrifying!
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Wonderful chilling story!
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Love your take on this one.
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An excellent expression–indeed a definition–of enigmatic. Romantic and appealing, too.
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Wonderfully chilling story, Sonya. I hope your move went well. 🙂
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This is chilling and intriguing. I am left wondering.
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