FALLEN CREST NIGHTMARE IS L I V E!
(Plus, a never before published BONUS SCENE!)
The Fallen Crest crew is back.
The pumpkin had a penis. I was sure of it.
I angled my head to the right, and yep--there was definitely a thick root growing out of the pumpkin’s bottom. I angled my head to the left, and still there. I wasn’t sure about touching it, but then again it was a pumpkin. I was pretty sure no swimming seeds were going to explode from the thick root, so I used my toe to tip it on its back and eureka.
The root grew out, and pointed upward.
“What are you doing?”
I jumped. Heather came out of nowhere, and I rounded on her. “Announce your presence before just speaking. You could give someone a heart attack.”
One of my best female friends since high school in Fallen Crest lifted an eyebrow. Her hand went to her slim hip. She gave me the ‘are you serious’ look, but only pursed her lips and shrugged. “There a spider or something on that thing?”
In some ways, we were opposites. Heather had dirty-blonde hair, a deep-throated and sultry sounding voice, and heavily made-up eyes, while I had black hair, dark eyes, and I was pretty sure my voice sounded normal. What we did have in common was our slender build. We were both thin, though Heather had a few more pounds than me.
“Look at it.” I used my toe to point out the root. “Does that look like what I think it does?”
She snorted, then turned to check out the rest of the pumpkins in the field. “It looks well-endowed. Give it to Logan. He’ll be giggling like a schoolboy who got his first dirty magazine.” She thought about it. “A schoolboy who doesn’t have a self-conscious bone in his body.”
I grunted. Her assessment of my stepbrother was right on.
His eyes skimmed over my costume, then Heather’s. “Uh. Do I ask what you guys are?”
I snorted. “Not the time for that.”
“Okay.” He nodded, then his hand dropped from his neck. “Oh. Hey. Where’s Taylor?”
“My body’s temperature dropped two degrees. My blood was ice-cold again. “What do you mean?” I felt a lump form in my throat, and keep growing. I knew. I so knew what he was going to say, and I had known it from the beginning.
Something happened to Taylor.
He spoke, and a buzz started in my ears. His words sounded like they were coming from a distance. “She said she was with you guys today. She didn’t come to the party tonight?”
I saw Heather gasp. I didn’t hear it.
Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes shot to mine, and the small amount of color she’d gotten back drained once again from her face.
Something had happened to Taylor.
The alarms were blaring in my head, but I coughed, forced that fucking lump away, and managed, “Uh. I’ll give her a call once we get home.”
We couldn’t panic.
I had to get back to the house. I’d heard that ringtone. I’d rip the fucking house apart if need be.
Author of Carter Reed, the Fallen Crest Series, the Broken and Screwed Series, the Jaded Series, and a whole bunch more.