“Josephine…”

Jo McMillen sat straight up in bed, peering into the darkness. “Who’s there?”

She strained to hear any whisper of movement to indicate that she was not alone, but the only sound she heard was her racing heart.

Reaching under her pillow, her fingers closed around the handle of her claw hammer and she slid it from its hiding place as silently as she could. She had heard her name, she was positive of that! But Jo knew there was no one else in the house so that was impossible – wasn’t it?

It had been three weeks since Jo had moved into her most recent project. She had purchased the Bradford Mansion after only seeing it in pictures. She was always on the lookout for something unique that she could...

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