Andrew stood, patting his pockets for the matchbox, and noticed a hollow in the tunnel wall, the same size as the plaque of runes gleaming on the oozing mudslide before him. He blinked, surprised. There were runes on the wall, as well! Continue reading
It wasn’t until Andrew hurled the broken flashlight down the basement hallway of the haunted mansion that he realized how angry he was at his sister, his long-absent father, his overworked mother, the short-term Stepdad, and the two bratty twin girls the man mostly left behind after the divorce. Continue reading
Chuckie and Ducks were dropped back home at their mother’s, two days early. Stepdad mumbled about a work thing he couldn’t get out of.
Translation? The twins were too much, even for him. Continue reading
Underneath the Weeping Willow, Eloise drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around her legs in an attempt to make herself small and invisible, a ghost that the twins would never be able to find; her birthday was coming up and she just wanted some peace. Continue reading
He hadn’t expected the transformation when he spoke aloud the words etched into the sewer wall. Nor were the words of the reversal spell anywhere near, certainly not in the crumbling mansion that’d been his home for the past decade. Or was it longer? Continue reading