The tunnel shifted, the river of sewer water belched and dropped suddenly into a steaming waterfall, and the bioluminescence on the walls flared.
“Ruh-roh,” said Andrew as he let go of Joseph and swept the twins into his arms, herding them toward their mother, Bethany, and the gate that led to the relative safety of the mansion above. Continue reading
Andrew stood up, next to Joseph and half a head taller, and called, “Mom, it’s only…”
“Daddy?” squeaked Eloise. Continue reading
A sudden wind blew the mud from Andrew’s eyes and he could’ve sworn that he’d felt something curl protectively around his middle, and jerk his arm forward and down to catch the brass plaque, its runes flashing bright in the otherwise dimly lit tunnel, before it slid into the rapidly tumbling water. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
“Pull in here!” the twins shrieked as the jeep rounded a sharp curve. Bethany cranked the wheel hard onto a tight dirt road that ran between a wide bank of Honeysuckle and sandstone cliff. 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