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Chapter Fourteen

I heard a voice.  A voice of a boy. A young boy, whose voice had yet to break. He was humming a nursery rhyme. I could feel my skin prickle. It was the feeling one would get when watching a horror movie.  I lifted my head higher, ‘Jamie? Jamie, is that you?’ I waited for more »

Chapter Eleven

‘Daniel, why do we still have that portrait up?’ Mrs Jenkins asked Mr Jenkins. ‘I have no idea, Linda. I told the men to take it down, along with the others,’ Mr Jenkins responded. He walked to the kitchen counter and poured coffee into his mug. ‘Maybe they forgot to take it down?’ I sat more »