
Coming Soon!

"Stoyan," I whispered.
He silently stared at me with cold eyes.
It couldn't be.
Despite the hurricane force winds, the glass, wood and other debris flying around my house, not to mention the ghost trying to break through my French doors to kill me, I could not find the strength to lift myself off the floor. I was that shocked. And the more I looked at the jilted fiancé on my front step, the more I realized that it would be easier to die now than have to face my past.
Hell, what did I have to live for anyway?
Come on kid…
Three exploding knocks.
Chunks of wood fell, the clatter of it resounding in the wind. I knew the backdoors would not sustain another hit. The ghost would soon be in the house.
Tears brimmed on my lashes and I looked down. Just friggin great . If death was on its way to claim me as I hoped, wished, prayed—and greatly suspected from the sounds behind me, this moment was to be my last.
And the last thing I'd see was Stoyan.
I couldn't believe it. 
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