Alisha Eadle

“Fuck love. Build the empire.”
― Elle Kennedy, Good Girl Complex

“When it storms you can hear her screaming ...
My pulse accelerates as Evan's words buzz around in my head. Was he serious about this place being haunted? What the hell had he called her again -
Mac: "Patricia? Is that you?"
The light fixture above my head flickers.
A startled yelp rips out of my throat, causing Daisy to crawl backward and disappear deeper under the bed.
I leave Cooper's room, heart pounding. Candles. I should probably find some candles in case the power goes out. Because nothing sounds less appealing to me than sitting in the dark listening to the shrieks of a century-old dead child.
As if on cue, the shrill noises start up again, a cacophony of sound mingling with the crashes of thunder outside the old beach house.
Mac: "Patricia."
I call out. Steady voice now. Hands, not so much.
Mac: "Look, let's be cool, okay? I know it's probably not fun being dead, but that doesn't mean you have to scream your lungs out. If you use your indoor voice, I'm happy to sit down and listen to whatever you -"
Another scream pierces the air.
Mac: "Or not. Fine. You win, Patricia. Just keep scaring the crap out of me, then.”
― Elle Kennedy, Good Girl Complex

“Steph: "What would I tell Cooper if you got electrocuted up there?"
Alana: "Yeah, no. We would've had to hide the body and tell Cooper you skipped own."
When I raise an eyebrow at her, she shrugs, grinning blithely.
Alana: "What? You haven't seen Cooper's temper. It's self-preservation at that point.”
― Elle Kennedy, Good Girl Complex

“Cooper: "If you two are done, can we get this damn tree finished?"
Mac: "Keep that attitude up and you're not getting your present tonight?"
Evan: "Please. Baby Potato Jesus can hear you.”
― Elle Kennedy, Good Girl Complex