To see her return in this way. Is it any worse than losing her altogether? I don’t know.
My hands are shaking. I can barely…
The more she lingers, the more I wonder if this is really her.
The bright blue eyes are watching, always watching.
They are her eyes.
But she’s not in them.
Read More The Lamplight ApparitionSuddenly, the temperature dropped. The box that Marco was carrying was labeled “fragile,” and until he took that final step up onto the porch, his foremost fear had been tripping and dropping that box. But then he saw her standing at the doorway of his new house.
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Read More Five Days of FelinesI heard her climbing up to check on the source of the clatter, just as I had. And when I heard Marta enter the room and scream, half of me wanted to turn around and comfort her.
The other half of me wanted to keep locking gazes with the specter that was floating outside the attic window.
Read More A Specter in AmberRinidra’s ears went flat and her tail went stiff. The mottled blur moving toward her was fast, too fast. If she had heard it a fraction of a heartbeat later, she wouldn’t have even seen it.
Her heartbeat. It was hammering now. A surge of raw force filled her chest. In an instant, her body unfroze. Her legs sprung beneath her. They swept her to the side. The mottled blur zoomed past her. She felt its whiskers brush her side.
Read More The Cat That Haunted the MouseLegend says that the draugamunninn were once human. They were a practical but severe people who after suffering one terrible winter too many, and after failing to feed themselves with their own hands and their own labor, began to pray to their old gods for relief. But their prayer was not answered by a god.
It was answered by a demon.
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