❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 when the girl had burst through the door. "Luce? Lucy!" She sprang from the library and chased after the girl through the kitchen, "what in the world is going on? What are you doing? Where are the boys?"
"Cemetery," she answered simply as she made her way quickly down the spiral staircase with Carolynne close behind her. George, Lockwood and Lucy had left for Kensal Green Cemetery several hours ago so it was peculiar how Lucy came back on her own, especially the way she had.
"Lucy, what are you doing?" Carolynne watched as Lucy turned the valve on the jar with the skull in before stepping back as she was waiting for something to happen.
"You spoke to me," Lucy said after a few seconds. Carolynne had so many questions brewing up, how had the skull in the jar spoken to her.
Carolynne felt a tingle throughout her entire body as the mouth of the ghost seemed to move as if it was talking. Lucy looked over at Carolynne before walking closer to it, the tingle in the girl's body continued every time the plasm moved. "Oh, you can talk. Carolynne can you hear?"
"It's talking to you Luce?" Carolynne stepped closer away from the staircase.
Lucy moved away from the jar, clutching at her hair, "no,no,no,no. I must be loosing it."
