WHO: Shane Redson WHAT: Vengeful sister ghost. WHERE: The place she shares with James ('cause she totally never left) WHEN: Thursday morning
Shane was running late, a bad habit she hadn't known she possessed until she left Alaska and started living in a more densely populated part of the world. There wasn't much pressure to pay attention to clocks in Nome, people did everything between the sun coming up and the sun going down and Shane hadn't gotten in the habit of living her days by numbers.
She had her keys in one hand and had one arm through her jacket when she flung open the front door to make her hasty exit and stopped dead in her tracks.
Eve.
Dark eyed and light eyed sister.
Dead.
Eve was dead and yet her she was at the door with her thin smile that was always more angry than pleasant. Before Shane could say anything there was a sharp pain in her side and strangely she wasn't surprised to look down and find her sister's hand on the hilt of the knife that was buried in her flesh.
And just like that Eve's apparition was gone as quickly as it appeared. Blinking Shane took two steps backward and sat down hard on the floor.