I put them away. Into the leather suitcase with the stains and the very sturdy locks. No layers of bubble wrap, no scented tissue paper, not even a handful of mothballs. I shoved it in the darkest corner of the closet. And, ignoring the scratching noises, I locked the door.
Amy lives where the high desert is shadowed by the soaring peaks of the Sawatch Range, also known as Salida, Colorado.
Creepy …well done .
Thank you, Elizabeth!
Nice cliff hanger. Had the mood of Fantastic Beasts.
Love the ending!
Thanks, Jaime!
Well, there go any plans to sleep again, ever. :) Love it!
This is sooo good!
Love this so much!
Leaves me wanting more. SO well done!
yes- want more….
Well done! Love it!
So much said, so much unsaid ! Done to perfection
Those pesky scratching noises! Brilliant and strangely poignant, too.
Amy, this is wonderful. And I’m embarrassed to say that this is the only thing of yours that I’ve read. Could you put links to more?
Delightful and disturbing!
wow! a novel in 50 words – amazing!