"They say she shows up whenever the fog rolls in and that she's always naked when she appears," Ginny's eyes squinted up at the second floor window of her aunt's newly renovated Victorian. Calvin glancedContinue reading
“This is where they brought me when I was sixteen.” Her touch was like subtle, continuous static electricity, as she held my hand and led me deeper into the asylum.Continue reading
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