Dark Soul (Haunted America Book 2)

She never expected to be targeted by a dark soul, though. A dark soul that wanted to remain hidden in the shadows, and would do anything to make sure that Hildy remained there, too.

Excerpt:

There it was again. The sound of a woman weeping hung heavy in the air. This was the reason I was running aimlessly alone in the dark. It was coming from a few feet in front of me. Then it stopped.
“Hello?” I called out nervously. I came to a stop and strained to make out even the slightest sight or sound. The silence was deafening. I could feel my heart pounding and my breath came out in pants.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, when in reality it was only a couple of minutes. I took a deep breath, but before I could release it, she was right there.
“She’s right behind you.” She whispered.
A twig snapped.
My blood ran cold.
Before I could turn around, I felt two hands shove me hard from behind. What was once solid ground beneath my feet, morphed into air, and I went barreling over the side of the cliff.