“House On Butcher Harbor” by Lisa Lewis Moon
“Charles I can’t hear you. Can you speak to me?” He came closer to the table. His mouth moved, but she still could not hear a sound. “Please Charles, I can’t hear you. Can you speak to me so I can hear you?”
“She will kill me if I tell on her,” the man said, looking around the room nervously. Everyone turned to look at Ethan. Charles’ words had come from Ethan’s mouth. Ethan stared dead ahead as if he were in a trance.
“She already has killed you, Charles. You are dead now. She stabbed you thirty-seven times!” Claire told him, not sure why this was happening, but not wanting to stop.
“Yes, she went crazy, started to accuse me of sleeping with the grocer’s wife. Then it was the milk man’s wife. Soon she accused me of sleeping with every…
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