The Haunting of Hurst House by Amy Cross EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Amy Cross
- Language: English
- Genre: British Horror Fiction
- Format: PDF/e Pub
- Size: 2 MB
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Several weeks earlier…
And that was the exact moment I realized I hadn’t bolted the cabinet to the
wall properly.
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Letting out a startled cry, I fell back with the cabinet’s full weight
on my chest. In fact, as I clattered down onto the kitchen floor, the situation
was even worse: the cabinet’s doors had swung open, and both my plates
came smashing down against the linoleum all around me as I reached out in
a futile attempt to save the day. My only cup followed the two plates, and
then a little teapot followed them all and landed next to my right hand. As it
tilted over, the teapot’s spout broke off.
Once the dust had settled – literally – I didn’t move immediately. I
was too busy slowly testing every muscle in my body to check that I wasn’t
injured. Once those medical concerns were out of the way, I was then too
busy cursing myself for not having been more careful. I’d only screwed the
cabinet to the wall the night before, in a fit of D.I.Y.-derring-do that I’d
hoped would prove I was more than capable of living alone. Of course, at
the end of the job I’d found a number of screws left over, but I’d simply told
myself that they were spares.
They were not spares.
Groaning slightly, I began to heave myself up, and with a little
extra force I was able to move the fallen cabinet aside. The morning had
been going fairly well up until that point; I’d woken with the alarm, I’d
showered and eaten breakfast, and I’d taken a moment to go through a
bunch of extra paperwork. Sure, no-one had told me to go through the
company’s rules in such excruciating details, but I’d figured I might as well
learn as much as possible before heading off for the first day of my new job.
I’d been determined to hit the ground running, but instead I’d simply hit the
ground.
“Damn it,” I said with a winced sigh as I sat up a little more. I
looked at the remains of the cupboard, and at the broken plates. “Did you
have to fall off right now? Couldn’t you have been a little more
supportive?”
I left a gap for a reply, but don’t worry; I wasn’t nuts enough to
think that the bits of broken china were going to start singing and dancing
and talking to me. Still, they were the only things that I’d managed to pick
up from the local charity shops so far, and now I was back to square one.
“It’s going to be fine,” I said out loud, trying to reassure myself.
“You’re going to be fine.”
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