Don't Fear the Reaper - Jade Daniels #02

After that night in the water, all the murder tourists and horror junkies had come through Proofrock, and the Daniels house was one of the main stops. They’re not just red with the light leaking down from the Indian, they’re red with his blood, and they’re holding his, his— He shakes his head, falls back. The little dabs of blood that he tried to slap away were watery, and splashed onto the backs of his ears. She tucks into her best approximation of a roll, so hopefully her jacket can take these shards, and what finally stops her is the ten-inch little wall under that gone window.