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Jack & Jill & Josiah Jenkins
“I double-dog-dare you,” said Jill, her unruly bangs covered her right eye and the port-wine birthmark on her cheek. She pushed Jack in the back. “Or are you chicken?” She began a bwok bwok noise but choked on it when a fawww.onedoor.ccint light lit up in the tower of the old farmhouse. It moved away from the broken window glass, disappeared for a held breath, and reappeared in the round windows dotting down the side of the clapboard walls, from the fourth flour turret to the ground floor. It stopped behind the front door side window, blinked three times, and went dark. The front door groaned open.Jack shri...
Domino House
Jason pulled up in front of the ugliest building Ronald had ever seen. The distressed brick facade stretched away to the left and right, far enough to dwarf the limousine Jason parked in front of the massive bronze double doors, covered with verdigris. The only things lending the ominous structure some semblance of life and character were the crenelated walls and ivy climbing from the manicured lawn halfway to the small square windows. Closely spaced iron vertical bars on each window countered the ivy and the castle-like appearance though, bringing Ronald back to his original impression of for...
What Happened That Night at Greymouth Manor
It was a dark night, and I was motoring home, rumbling along the twin ruts that led past Greymouth Manor. Masses of inky cloud had banished the moon from the sky. My headlamps dimly lit the trees lining the thin lane, casting a thicket of shadows across the road. I watched eagerly for the golden glow from the rows of stately windows, a beacon of prosperity and tradition in an ever-uncertain world, but through the gap in the hedges guarding the main entrance, I saw only a black shape against a black night. The windows were dark, and the manor stood brooding. A ghost...
Maybe?
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. At least, they glowed as if they were. The heat pulsed in the air and pressed itself against my face like a dense and stifling wall. It’s safe to say this was one strong campfire. I turned to zip the tent closed, tugging it to make sure there wasn’t even the slightest gap for any critters to sneak through, and proceeded to walk towards the setup of chairs beside the fire.We’d been needing this getaway for a while. It had been a difficult few months filled with money woes, therapy sessions and conflict. I was grateful when he surprised me...