Page 38 of Halloween Haunting

She gulped and looked up at him once more.

“That would be nice.”

“Alright.”

Bryant watched her for a moment longer. “Can I ask you something?”

She nodded. “Anything.”

Reaching into his back pocket, Bryant quickly retrieved an evidence bag. “I was actually on the way to your house,” he admitted. “It’s Beau’s necklace. I was hoping…well, everyone at the department was hoping that you’d be kind enough to try and get a reading on it.”

Grace gave him a smile and extended her hand. “I’ll give it a try.”

As he opened up the bag, the sunlight caught on the necklace, pulling a gasp out of Grace.

“That’s the same necklace Clint has,” she said. “Minus the…well, the blood, of course. All four of the friends had matching necklaces. Some sort of bonding thing.”

“Interesting,” Bryant murmured under his breath while resting the coin on the center of her palm.

Grace was pulled into the flash of a vision instantly.

Christmas decorations overtake the entire town within her vision. Snow covered every possible spot, hanging down awnings in the shapes of long icicles. Everything, for the most part, seemed to be a picturesque winter wonderland. Snowmen lined the sidewalks, ranging from all different shapes and sizes. Christmas trees dotted the town square, lit up with multicolored lights, full of shimmering ornaments. And as the vision continued, passing by the water fountain, something sickening began to take over the scene.

Inky red scarlet dripped through the snow, spreading to every possible surface, till everything was doused in an unbeatable sea ofred.

Grace gulped down air as she came hurtling back to reality.

“What did you see?” Bryant asked, his arm wrapped around her hips to keep her from falling.

Her eyes went wide and the words tumbled out of her like a prophecy.

“Death will strike Holiday Hollow again…at Christmas.”