Ghostly Whispers - The Demon Within

By Ginger Elinburg

It's 3 o'clock in the morning and something wakes you up. Do you get up to investigate or, do you try to go back to sleep and pretend it never happened?

This short story centers around two woman, one living and one wanting her life back. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elinburgedits
• Release date: Jul 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393052760

Ginger Elinburg

Ginger first started writing poems and short stories in middle school. It wasn't until a few years ago that she looked into getting some of her works published.  When she’s not writing, Ginger enjoys spending time with her husband, Danny, and taking photos of wildlife.  You can find her on Facebook - Instagram - Twitter - and Snapchat  Send all questions and inquiries to [e-mail]

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GHOSTLY WHISPERS THE DEMON WITHIN

GINGER ELINBURG

GHOSTLY WHISPERS THE DEMON WITHIN

Copyright © 2020 Ginger Elinburg

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Published by elinburgedits 2020

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and coincidental.

Jerking to a sitting position, Pepper’s eyes flew open and her fingers clawed at her throat. Sweat beaded above her upper lip and she gasped when her throat relaxed enough to draw breath. Looking over Saint’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and bowed her head, taking slow deep breaths through her nose in an attempt to calm her racing heart. Opening her eyes again, she looked at the clock from the corner of her eye. She hated waking up at three a.m., but lately it seemed she was waking up every morning at exactly three a.m., her throat closed so tightly that she feared suffocation.

Easing back down, she was drifting back into sleep when she was jolted into awareness. Sitting up, she looked over at her sleeping husband and waited for his chest to rise.