The butler beckoned me to follow. He reeked of evil intentions, but I reluctantly moved forward.

When the lights flickered out, I spun around wildly until a bone chilling scream froze me with fear.

Then, with my heart pounding, I whispered, “Albescu?”

He didn’t respond,

…but death eagerly welcomed me.

Mrs. Lessard resides in Vermont where she aspires to be a published author someday. Until then, she is content to entertain her four children with her numerous creative tales.