Aunt Florence's headache returned the next morning.
Ophelia sat in the armchair next to her bed, holding on to her aunt's hand and trying to calm the horrible fever and migraine that had popped out of nowhere. She had sauntered into her room that early morning, after a restless night to check on Florence, when she had seen the woman writhing in pain, covered in sweat, and clutching the edges of the bedcovers.
The frightening and helpless part about it was waiting until it was almost six to call the doctor, because they couldn't risk him coming before six o'clock.
Rule number seven: Don't invite anyone into the house between the hours of twelve am to six am.
A car parked in front of the house and at the sound of the engine, Ophelia jumped to her feet and ran to the window. Thankfully, i
