Ares Hidalgo Through My Window Novels & Stories

A helicopter? Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I pushed off the bed and stumbled to the window, the cold floor biting against my bare feet. Pulling aside the heavy curtain, I stared out into the stark, white expanse, blinking against the brightness of the snow. And there it was—a sleek black helicopter ascending into the wintry sky. It felt impossibly close, as though it had taken off from just above my head. My fingers gripped the windowsill, knuckles whitening. Who was inside? My stomach clenched as I leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the passenger, but the reflective glass betrayed nothing.

And then—something moved past the window. “Kyaaah! Art!” she shrieked and turned to run—but tripped over her own feet. Her eyes widened when she realized she was about to hit the wooden armrest of the sofa. Her only thought was to protect her baby. She braced herself—then suddenly, strong arms caught her. “What the hell are you doing?! You’re pregnant!” Art barked. Hilda looked up, her tears falling as she clutched his shirt. “I—I saw a ghost. There was someone outside the window!”

“Just making sure our girl here doesn’t hyperventilate.” Romero huffs a laugh. “Fainting isn’t allowed Aurora.” “Spoilsport,” I say. “How many people do you think are out there anyway?” Outside the window, the garden spreads out like a painting—layers of roses, winding paths, clusters of guests. But then something flickers at the edge of my vision. Not outside. Behind us. Something is moving in the reflection of the window. For a split second I freeze, confused. Then my eyes widen and horror hits.

I open my eyes to see Hayden sat eating again and look around the room and up at the windows “There’s no point looking for an escape route mutt, we have taken care of that” I continue looking and then see it, the highest window in the room is stained glass “Yes” I shout through the mind link, he was definitely coming to the right place.

I walked back to the window because, honestly, the view was the only thing keeping me sane right now. I didn't want to think that I would be a maid the next day, serving dishes. Then it happened. Something flew past my window in quick strides, too fast, too fucking fast to be normal. My legs jumped back instinctively, and I felt Aries tug inside me, like she was trying to hide. "What the hell was that?" I whispered. Then it happened again. I couldn't see who or what it was, maybe a wolf, person, or some other nightmare this cursed place had to offer. But before I could blink, my window slammed shut so hard and loudly that a shriek tore from my lips.

This one much, much closer. The window in the kitchen exploded in a sea of glass that rained down onto the floor. Some of the pieces were visible from where we stood, bits of light twinkling off the stained linoleum. A heavy, wet thud came next. Whatever had come through that window was just out of sight, but that didn’t stop my heart from leaping with hope. Goddess, please let it be Hael. Alice whirled on me with her teeth bared and the gun pointed at my chest. “Stay put unless you want your friends to die.”

When I left, he hugged me a little too tightly. That night, the photo arrived. Richardson’s private helicopter sat on the tarmac, one wheel slashed clean through, hydraulic fluid pooling beneath it like blood. But that wasn’t what froze my breath. It was the reflection in the window. Someone was standing just out of frame watching inside the house.

Derofort⁶ A chilling wind touched the brunette’s skin as her eyes opened. Everything was still blurry until she blinked a couple of times and her hazel eyes widened in shock upon seeing where she was. There she laid on the Carter lake house’s front porch. Her night just became weirder.

“Go, Gina! I’ll catch up with you guys!” I pulled out the camping LED and turned it on to its max. It shone white and bright in the shadows under the trees, and it helped me spot a window on the first floor with its wire mesh screen ripped off the frame and curling out, almost at the other end. I ran to that window. The perks of being petite: if I left my backpack outside, I didn’t need to pull the screen further off the frame, because the gap was just enough for me to sneak in. I ran down the ruined hallway, littered with big chunks of debris from walls and ceiling. I remembered Hugo’s crate in my backpack, but I had no time to perform the whole ritual to seal the building.

“Just as Solare will slowly lose its light, you will fall into darkness with it… so find what happiness you can, Hedy.” The darkness washed through my vision and I felt myself floating through the dark. I saw a glimpse of a large golden wolf lying in a shallow stream. It wasn’t Candido but Estella. Cillian appeared and kneeled beside her, stroking her head. His expression was soft and fatherly. I saw another couple nearby, huddled together and crying silently.