The Demon Series Part 3
“Is that it?” Cole stood in the bedroom doorway.
Devyn placed her grandmother’s antique doll in the rocking chair by the bed. “That’s it. All unpacked.” She straightened, giving her back a rub.
“Here, let me.” Cole wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her neck a kiss.
She smirked. “How is that helping my back?”
“I’m only getting started.” He kissed her neck again.
“Maybe after you take a shower.”
“Is that your way of telling me I stink?”
Smiling, she twisted to face him and patted him on the cheek. “Shower.”
He peeled his shirt off and walked into the washroom.
“Man, it’s cold in here.” She checked the air conditioning. “Off? Hmm…Hey, Cole, does it feel cold in here to you?” She turned back to the room. The doll’s head was now facing her. “That’s weird. I could have sworn it was…” She shrugged and headed for the door. Stopping in the doorway, she swung back. The doll now sat in the middle of the bed. “What the…?”
She went back to the bed and picked up the doll. “How did you get there?” She set it back on the rocking chair and headed for the door. Creaking came from behind her, and she spun around. The chair was rocking on its own. “Cole?” She rushed into the washroom.
“You say something?” Cole poked his head out from behind the shower curtain.
“The chair, it—” she turned to the rocker, but it was perfectly still. “Would you…like me to fix you a drink?”
“How about some of that white wine we picked up today. It should go great with the roast chicken and potato salad.”
“You read my mind.” She forced a smile and went down into the kitchen. “Starting to imagine things. You’re working too hard, Devyn. I think it’s about time you relaxed with a nice big glass of wine.” She poured herself a glass and took a gulp. “Ah, that hits the spot.” She set the glass to the left of the sink and opened the fridge. Taking the potato salad out, she then got the plates out of the cupboard. The glass of wine was now sitting on the right side of the sink. “I put it on the left. I know I did.” She took another drink, and then set it once again on the left side of the sink.
“You almost done? I’ve got the chicken warming in the oven, and I don’t want to take it out if you’re not coming.”
“I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Okay, I’m dishing up the food now.” She poured him a glass of wine and took the chicken out of the oven. Putting the food out on the plates, she then reached for her wine. The glass was not in the kitchen. She opened the fridge. “Nope, not in there.” She closed the door. “This is ridiculous. I know I didn’t carry it out of the kitchen. I didn’t leave the kitchen.” She wandered the ground floor, but the glass of wine was no where to be found. “What the hell?” Coming back into the kitchen, she pulled up.There on the counter was her glass of wine.