Ghoul of My Dreams (Larue Donavan Series Book 4) by Rose Pressey Page B

sure at what point I’d dozed off to sleep.
    The dark shadow appeared to float right through the doorway. The light coming from under the bathroom door gave just enough glow to highlight the shadow’s silhouette. It glided across the room toward the bed. This was definitely the man from earlier. He wasn’t wearing the hat now though. Had he come back for the hat?
    Even though it was dark I knew he was staring right at me… his green eyes glowed in the dark. My body was frozen as if I was paralyzed. He moved closer and closer and now he was right beside me. The smell of rotten leaves assaulted my nostrils. He leaned down and put his face right in front of mine, yet I still couldn’t move. What did he want?
    I had to scream or move. There had to be a way to get away from him. Willing all my strength, I finally jumped up in bed. The man was gone and Mindy was asleep beside me. How had that happened? How much time had passed? Had I fallen asleep? The book I’d been reading to Marilyn and Mindy was still on my lap.
    My heart beat fast and sweat trickled down my forehead. Apparently, it had all been a dream. It was all that talk of Freddy Kruger. Surprisingly, I’d rarely had a ghost come to me in a dream. I especially didn’t want it to happen if that ghost was going to be mean. I peered at the clock. It was four a.m. There were still a couple of hours until time to get up.
    I laid back in the bed and tried to take my mind off everything. I needed to think of something else. Happy things. Callahan popped into my mind. Thoughts of him always made me happy. I tried to think of the bookstore, but that made me remember the spirit peeking in the window. I didn’t know when I finally drifted off again, but I woke when the sun came streaming in the window and splashing across my face. Movement caught my attention to my left and I thought for sure I spotted Roger drift out the door. Had he been in the room?
    I would be extremely angry if I found out he’d come in here. Where was Marilyn? I guess she couldn’t keep an eye on him all the time. Mindy was still asleep, so I eased up and headed for the bathroom. I wanted to finish my shower before she needed it. When I was finished, Mindy was already awake.
    “Hey. Are you feeling better?” I asked.
    She sat on the side of the bed. “As long as that ghost isn’t here.”
    I moved over to the closet to pick out my outfit. “No sign of him. I bet he’s long gone now.”
    She quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
    I pulled out a navy blue pencil skirt and a white short-sleeved blouse with a fitted waist.
    Mindy shuffled toward the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower.”
    “I’ll start breakfast,” I said.
    She peeked around the door. “Oh, can you make French toast?”
    I smiled. “Sure.”
    Once Mindy was in the bathroom, I slipped out of my robe and into my clothing. Navy blue flats would complete my outfit. Usually, I wore jeans, but since I was surrounded my Marilyn’s glamor all day, I decided to dress up a bit. I rushed through putting on makeup and pulled my hair back into some semblance of a style. Before I made breakfast, I needed to find Roger and Marilyn. I moved through the hallway and over to the living room. 
    They were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa. As she studied her red fingernails, she seemed extremely bored with his conversation. He stopped talking and glared at me
    “Good morning,” Marilyn said as she jumped up. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”
    “Good morning.” I smiled at her.
    I placed my hands on my hips and stared at Roger. “Were you in my bedroom?”
    He glanced at me. “No.”
    I smirked. “I saw you leaving.”
    Irritation pinched between his dark brows. . “I said I wasn’t there. Now, get off my back.”
    He looked away. I guess staring at him wasn’t going to get him to confess.
    “Just don’t let it happen again,” I warned.
    “Whatever,” he mumbled.
    I moved into the kitchen to start