“You knew the people who lived here before us?” Jessica trailed off into the kitchen to put the casserole away.
Marge followed. “They were a really nice couple. Had two rambunctious children. Do you and your husband have any kids?”
Jessica’s throat closed. She set the dish down onto the countertop and shook her head.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Marge continued, obviously not noticing Jessica’s distress. “Well, you’re still young, I’m sure you’ll fill the house with little ones in no time.”
Fighting back the tears that threatened, Jessica cleared her throat and turned to face her neighbor. “Thank you again for the casserole, Mrs. Hawthorn. I would offer you a drink, but we haven’t unloaded the dishes yet.”
“Please, call me Marge,” the woman insisted, turning back toward the living room. “I’ll get out of your hair. But once you are settled, Benny and I would love to have you over for dinner.”
The last thing Jessica wanted was to mingle with the neighbors. She craved nothing more than to be left alone. Regardless, she found herself saying, “That would be nice. Thank you.”
Marge nodded and then left, leaving Jessica to wonder what had just happened. She’d never had anyone bring her a casserole in Chicago. Not that she had many friends. She didn’t. She’d had fewer still after Jacob’s death.
“Who was that?” Owen came through the door, carrying a large box with the word PICTURES scrawled across the top.
Jessica pointed toward the far corner of the living room. “You can put that over there. The woman who just left is one of our neighbors. Her name is Marge Hawthorn. She brought us a casserole.”
Owen set the box down and straightened. “A casserole? What for?”
Jessica shrugged. “Sort of a house warming gift, I think.”
“That was nice of her.” Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.
It was nice, Jessica silently agreed, hoping she hadn’t come across as rude to the woman.
Several different men began filing into the house carrying boxes. Jessica stepped aside as Owen lead them all to specific rooms.
“I’m going to have a look around outside,” she called out, hoping her husband heard her over the murmuring of voices inside the house.
When no response came, she strode through the open front door and into the yard.
The place really was beautiful to Jessica. She’d never seen trees the size of the ones surrounding the house. They were majestic with their low-lying limbs twisting toward the ground in different shapes.
Jessica appreciated the fact that the house sat at the end of the cul-de-sac, it assured more privacy.
She moved around the yard, her gaze straying to the wooden, two-story house on the left side of the cul-de-sac.
The place appeared to have been empty for some time if the peeling paint and overgrown grass were any indication. One of the downstairs windows was busted and an old, dingy-white curtain hung half askew from its shattered pane.
An icy wind suddenly swept through the yard, sending goosebumps peppering her skin. Jessica rubbed at her arms, her gaze glued to the front of that house. It seemed to call to her, silently beckoning her forward.
She trailed across the lawn, dodging the swaying moss that hung from the oak trees until she reached the adjoining property line.
Another burst of cold air appeared, sweeping through the grass and stirring up the leaves at Jessica’s feet. The chilly wind felt out of place on the otherwise warm, summer day.
A strange sensation overtook her in that moment, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Something bad had happened in that house. Jessica wasn’t sure how she knew it, she only knew that she did.
He couldn’t be more than seven years old, she guessed, attempting to make out his features. The same age as Jacob had been before… She couldn’t finish the thought.
Jessica lifted a hand, sending him a quick wave, but the boy didn’t reciprocate. He continued to stare down at her for long moments before backing from her view altogether.
Titles by Ditter Kellen
The Seeker Series
Ember - Five Book Box Set
Shon
The Rise of Vlad
Supernatural Series
Finding Carly
Bitten
Beautiful Haunting
Secret Series
Lydia’s Secret
Midnight Secrets
Time Travel Series
Turn the Page
Worlds Apart-Coming Soon
Enigma Series
Enigma: What Lies Beneath
Naura
Vaulcron
Zaureth
Oz
Gryke
Braum
Rykaur
Thrasher
Zyen
Brant
Eyes Without a Face
Coming Soon as a Stand Alone
Ruby and the Beast
A Beauty and the Beast Tale
The Billionaire’s Baby
A BBW Shifter Romance
Taboo
A Stepbrother Romance (Short Story)
Bayou Heat
Oliver Quick
The Quick Chronicles – An FBI Thriller
Audible Titles
The Seeker Series
Ember
Shon
The Rise of Vlad
Enigma Series
Enigma: What Lies Beneath
Naura
Zaureth
Oz
Gryke
Ruby and the Beast
A Beauty and the Beast Tale
The Boy in the Window
A Psychological Thriller
Enigma: The Beginning
A Three Book Boxed Set
The Seeker Trilogy
About Ditter
Ditter Kellen is the bestselling author of the Enigma Series. Her love of suspense-thrillers and outrageous imagination have conspired to bring her where she is today...sitting in front of her computer allowing them free rein. Writing is her passion, what she was born to do. I hope you will enjoy reading her stories as much as she loves spinning them.
Ditter resides in Alabama with her husband and many unique farm animals. She adores French fries and her phone is permanently attached to her ear.
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