“Fucking hell,” I whispered right as the lights went out in the studio.
Abruptly being plunged into the dark, I let out a little scream of surprise, then I felt like an idiot.
It had been raining all day. Not a surprise the electricity might go out.
On that thought, another one hit me.
“But no lightning,” I said out loud.
That was when the cats started hissing into the dark.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
And it was then I saw the blue, green and purple shades revolving through the space, coloring Snowball’s fur.
My gaze shot to the house, and I saw those lights shining brighter from there.
No.
Not from the house.
From the ballroom.
But even though that was happening, the lights Fitzy kept on to guide my way back were illuminated.
The electricity hadn’t gone out at the house.
Just at the studio.
Creeped out, coasting through anxious straight to alarmed, I reached to the house phone.
It was late. No one would pick up.
I still did it because I had to check.
I put it to my ear.
And what I feared was correct.
The line was dead.
At that point a shadow raced across the front windows.
I sped right through alarmed straight to scared shitless.
“Okay, shit. Okay, shit,” I whispered.
The door to the studio wasn’t locked.
I grabbed my phone, engaged the screen, looked at it and saw I had a red bar.
Not a surprise. I’d left it in the studio the night before. It hadn’t been charged for over a day.
But I had juice.
Though I didn’t know who to call.
Did I phone 999 and say, “Hey, listen, the ghosts are kicking up a fuss at The Downs. Can you come out and rescue me from the studio?”
