Ryan no sooner professes his love to Jessie when the two teens are forced to hide in a basement closet while someone...or something...stalks them:Jessie squeezed her eyes shut and couldn’t tell the difference from having them open in the pitch blankness. Whoever was out there, he might have a strange voice, but it didn’t sound like the vampires had in LA. Still, she would place a bet the dude was not really a dude at all. Swamp monster? Space alien? Sasquatch? Who freaking knew?
Ryan stroked her hair. She could feel the tremor in his hand. Nothing compared to how she shook. Of course, Ryan didn’t know how scared he should really be.
“I’m going to find you," the Not-Dude called.
Jessie grabbed Ryan’s hand and squeezed so tightly she thought she could break his fingers. He squeezed back and pulled her more tightly against him.
We’re going to die.
Knowing that, accepting that, thawed the paralyzing cold inside of her. She moved her lips against Ryan’s ear and whispered, “I love you, too.”
“How sweet,” the voice said, impossibly close.
Then she saw the phosphorescent glow of the face poking through the wall as if the wall were no more substantial than air.
Jessie screamed, and Ryan screamed with her.
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