Shallow Graves (The Haunted #1)

by Patrick Logan

impossible to tell—the basement had no windows, no light. It could have been noon or midnight, there was just no way for her to know. She had tried to get out, of course. The first few days that she had been trapped down there, she had done everything she could to try to escape. But her efforts had only ended in tearing her fingernails off and making her voice raw from shouting. She

sound came again, her body and mind slowly thawed. So, so hungry. Her stomach grumbled, and without consciously doing so, she opened her palms and lay the backs of her hands gently on the dirt ground. She remained in a seated position, but silently shifted from her bum to her knees. The sound came a third

something else, even if it was a rat and not another human being. To be touched. To be wanted, loved. These were things that she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. For as long as she