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
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
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
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
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
Apparently, freedom and finding a place of his own and away from the family after he graduated high school was not in the cards for Andrew; he wasn’t able to land a high-enough paying job to rent a single apartment or even a room in a elderly widow’s basement, he had no friends to go in together on housing because he had no friends, nor did he have funds for school. Continue reading
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