Chapter 13
After a few margaritas and some laughs with her friends, Krissy felt better. Though, now that they were gone, and she was left to the quiet solace of her house, the fear that had embedded so deeply into her bones earlier seeped back in. Ella had offered to stay the night, but Krissy didn’t want to put her out. Besides, this was her house, and she’d always felt safe in her own home. But the rumble of the boiler, the creak of the floorboards, the way the oak tree outside the window cast shadows through her window was seriously freaking her out. Had the tree always been so menacing looking?
She picked up her phone and glanced at the screen. If it wasn’t eleven o’clock at night, she’d call Ella to come back, but the poor girl had three margaritas and Cami had topped two of them of
