The Werewolf and the Haunted House – 4

I snagged David's jacket sleeve and stopped him from crossing the threshold. I whispered, "Hold on a sec, just hold on." He turned his head to me, his eyebrows raised. "We can't do anything," I said. Quizzical look on his face. "Do you really want to watch a family get murdered and not be able... Continue Reading →


The Werewolf and the Haunted House – 3

"Nope nope nope," I repeated as I got to my feet. I set my sights on the car and started walking toward it. Eyes front, Elizabeth. Ignore the house at your back. Ignore the hard-packed dirt under your boots, when by all rights it should be mud and scrubby weeds and the occasional styrofoam soda... Continue Reading →

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