Supernatural
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Old houses creak. The mantra wasn’t working. Neither were the blankets tucked up to Erin’s nose, suffocating everything but a stubbornly persistent fear. She’d left her bedroom door open out of habit, but she’d begun to wonder if it would be worth it to escape the safety of her bed to slam it shut. Another…
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She pushed into her chair, arching her back until her muscles rippled with a satisfying burn. Then she glanced out the window. Her stomach folded into a knot. The sky had never been that color before—flat, inky, and impenetrable. She fought down a flare of anxiety as she sent her final file, entered her time…
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November the 21st—an afternoon that had started just about as unremarkable as any other. It was one of those blustery days where winter had just begun to wrestle the hold of the weather away from fall. The sky blanketed in a bright but heavy shroud; a fog that inspired nothing but unease. I sat on…
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Normally, she liked the cool touch of the stone beneath her bare feet; but tonight, it only felt stiff and icy—like a foreshadowing of the mood that awaited her. She fidgeted with the skirt of her dress as she waited for the council to settle into their seats. She knew she wasn’t going to lie…she…
