Welcome to case closed. You're listening to The Shadow House by Anna Downs, narrated by Natasha Beaumont and the author. Let's pick up where we left off last week.

Renee, Chapter 14

Renee woke on the couch with a wet sponge in her hand. She was sitting upright as if she'd been watching TV, her head hanging to the left, her chin slick withdrawal, her dreams clung to her like cobwebs.

Running through the trees, but not running.

Legs aren't working, just spinning uselessly brushing the forest floor need to go

faster. She moved and a sharp pain shot up the side of her neck. Straightening up, she shuffled to the edge of the seat and looked down.

The sponge had left a wet mark on her skirt, and there was a bucket on the floor, full of pink water.

A deafening sound. on the bucket on the floor, full of pink water.

A deafening sound, horrific rumbling, the pines are falling one by one,

something is coming, something monstrous.

She put the sponge in the bucket, rubbing her eyes, she listened

to the whir of the oven and the dull thump of Michael's boots on the veranda outside. The window panes that had not been broken and covered

with sheets of plywood were smeared with pink suds. Out of the woods down the

hill to the dam, my baby, my angel sitting alone by the water. Faster, go faster, legs

spinning have to get there, have to save him, but... From somewhere in the house came a gentle but insistent tapping.

The sound of a door opening and closing.

Outside, the dog barked twice.

Renée frowned. She'd been doing so. Outside, the dog barked twice.

Renee frowned.

She'd been doing something, but what?

A giant red wave roaring, pouring,

crashing down the hill.

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