Page 5 of Falling for Famine
“What are you two?” I murmured.
Ferguson meowed in concern, bopping his head with their antics. He’d probably watch me die and eat my body after, so he’d be of no help if these things decided to attack, but I still loved the cute little dude.
“Are you guys lost?” I asked them, knowing they wouldn’t answer. But the two whirled around each other as if responding to my question and brushed along my arm.
The two colors danced across my dark blue hair, chasing strands and playing along my roots. It tickled. Soon, spots of mehad been frozen then melted and I was giggling at their hilarious shenanigans.
Definitely dreaming. Not that I was complaining. I appreciated the fun ones when so often my childhood crept back in to terrorize me at night. Even after all these years, the memories of what my father did hadn’t left me.
I twirled around and nearly staggered all the way back with a shrill scream. The dark silhouette towering inside my living room slash kitchen put my heart into chaos.
I didn’t have a weapon, so the phone in my hand became one. I lifted it and leveled a demand at the looming figure. “Who are you and why are you in my home?”
His head tilted, oddly reminiscent of the man from earlier. When he didn’t speak or move, I took another step back. My wispy friends flickered and spun in the air right in front of my face.
“Go, save yourselves,” I told them, still half-convinced I was dreaming but refusing to let my cuties get hurt even if I was.
Unfortunately, the adorable things didn’t listen. They strobed their colorful light in gleeful bursts and dashed over to the figure. Oh no, they were either a little bit stupid or survival challenged. If I didn’t do something, the cute lights were goners.
“Not that way, little cuties! The monster’s going to get you!” I tried to warn them.
I held my breath as they rubbed against the imposing figure and shed their colorful light over different parts of his body. But then they reached his face and my chest seized at the sight of him.
I blinked. He blinked. We both blinked. Two owls in my living room. It would’ve been funny if I wasn’t afraid for my life.
“You—”
“You can see them,” his skin-crawling baritone murmured. That deep voice definitely didn’t match his pretty face.
My eyes narrowed in confusion, noticing a pattern. “Uh, yeah. Hard to miss those colorful cuties.”
His eyes tracked them as they flickered and flew over to me, doing the same thing they’d done a few minutes prior, icing and melting all over my bare skin. In a tank top and pair of cotton shorts, there was a lot of real estate for them to have their fun, and in no time at all, I was dripping.
Uh, my skin and not the thirsty thing between my legs. Although, being this close to a guy as hot as a celebrity with a voice that could summon demons might eventually have that effect on me.
I shook my head in an attempt to shake the thought loose. I had a weird guy in my home, a couple of cute wispy things, and no idea what the fuck was going on. Clearly, this was a dream. I’d gone to bed thinking about spanking and manifested the hottie from between the buildings.
My brain was a saucy beech.
“My dreams have gotten so weird,” I said to myself before turning and heading to bed. Maybe if I fell asleep in my dream, I’d wake up in reality.
Worth a shot.
I made it to my bed and crawled under the covers, but the stranger had followed and took to haunting the corner of my room, his watchful red eyes trying to pick me apart. The wispy cuties scurried across my pillow and cuddled into my face.
“You guys are getting my pillow wet,” I chastised them.
They bounced next to my cheek as if giggling and terribly amused by making the spot next to me damp. My eyes stole back over to where the stranger loomed.
He hadn’t said anything else. He didn’t seem to be much of a talker, which was odd because I was. My brain apparently took on a whole new personality for this dream.
Shrugging, I decided it was better to try to sleep sooner rather than later. With determination, I closed my eyes and willed sleep to take me.
My body is ready.
After a few minutes, the skin at the back of my neck prickled and my eyes shot open. The cuties were still cuddling my face, but when I turned to look to my right, my sexy ghost was next to the bed and no longer in the corner.
“Don’t you have other people to haunt?” I asked him.
