The Dark Beneath The Ice by Amelinda Berube

The Dark Beneath The Ice by Amelinda Berube All around me, as if from behind the walls, comes that same quiet, insistent sound. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Like someone testing for a weak spot, looking for a way in. Helplessly, I turn back to the mirror, and my face blurs and vanishes beneath a layer of gray fog blooming on the glass as if someone has breathed against it. And as / watch, lines drip through it, forming unsteady letters. THIS IS MINE MARIANNE Whatever it was / saw last night-it saw me too. Super good read !!! Save money and Bundle this item!