“It looks like a woman,” Jase murmured. “What’s she wearing, a nightgown?”
The fabric did appear to be quite thin, or perhaps that was because of the rays of fading light behind her. “What’s she doing?”
Jase shook his head. “She appears to be looking for something . . .”
My breath froze in my throat.
She was coming toward us, toward the bridge. Her eyes were downcast, searching the banks of the creek as she glided along.
“Waahhhmaaahh.” The sound was louder.
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