My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The house groaned. A mournful sound that made the hairs on Lotte’s arms stand up. Carrying an old ball bat, she tiptoed down the hallway, her weapon at the ready to smash any intruder she found lurking around a corner. Basil slowly followed her, humoring her insistence that their home was haunted. “What do you … Continue reading Strange happenings
The house, settling like an aging dowager, arthritic and frail, creaks and trembles. Cold spots materialize in odd corners as air cascades over transoms. Doors shut unbidden behind footfalls echoing down the halls. A staircase leads upward to closed off rooms abandoned to the darkness. Treads groan with each step, slick from generations of use. A … Continue reading At the top of the stairs
Thin spiral notebook 