The yard is sunlit, but the shadows dancing across the face of the house thicken and deepen from tower to balcony to porch. Sarah can’t see the front door itself at all, just a glint off a windowpane like light gleaming on teeth.
She glances over at Jo, hoping to ease the worry she feels twisting her stomach and her nerves and her mouth, but Jo’s looking past the house.
There’s a graveyard out back—family plot, Sarah’s brain supplies, private cemetary—they’re not uncommon in isolated older homes in still-open areas, but it’s a lot more unsettling to see one now that she knows ghosts are real.
“C’mon,” Jo says. “Let’s get this done by dark.”
Oh, tell her to do it, ‘cause Promises is amazing, I recommend everyone to read it and if she does another Sam/Sarah fic tell me so I can post it here!! :3
“Am I interrupting something?”
