Hex House

Prologue

Okay, we’re ready,” he tells her, looking up from the camera. He’s more nervous than she’s seen him before – jittery, unpredictable. He won’t meet her eye. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to share? Or shall we just start the interview and see how we go?”

She bites the inside of her lip. She hadn’t really thought this through, hadn’t thought beyond the fact of this man and his camera on one side of a room, her on the other. “I don’t know if I can talk about…” She hesitates, staring down at her hands. “I don’t know if I can talk about her.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “We’ll go slowly.

” He clicks a few buttons on the camera and gives her a nod.

There’s a short beeping sound and the light directly above the lens glows red.

She feels it immediately: that sensation of a thousand eyes all over her body, eyes from the future, eyes that know what happens tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.

It makes her pulse buzz, but she can’t tell whether it’s with excitement or dread.

“Okay, Elly,” he says. He sounds unsure, though he’s smiling. “Let’s talk a bit about what brought you here, to the house.”