AvaI woke up shivering at the sensation of the cold air nipping at my exposed skin. Groggily, I sat up and looked around, noticing that the window had been wide open, letting in the chilly morning air and a bit of the ever-present fog—whose tendrils had slipped in like fingers and were currently cu
“Thank you so much for this, you two,” Fabian said with a thin smile. “It’s starting to feel like home again.”“See?” I said, gesturing to the freshly-plumped pillows on the couch. “It’s not so creepy. It just needed a little…”“Ava,” Chris said softly, shaking his head and shooting me a pointed loo
Ava“We’ll need fresh herbs, a good cut of meat, some vegetables…”Fabian tapped his fingers in succession on the steering wheel, counting off his list of groceries needed for tonight’s dinner with Betty. He was clearly excited, and I was glad for it; and I was certain that the company would also be
Despite my skepticism, I felt a chill run down my spine. Amelia seemed so convinced, so genuinely frightened—just like everyone in this damn town. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was some shred of truth to these claims; after all, so many people had sa
AvaChris and I prepared dinner in the kitchen, the sound of Fabian and Betty’s laughter floating in from the parlor. Despite the warm and cozy atmosphere, I still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over me since our encounter with the fortune teller.The way she had looked at me, as
After a bit more convincing, Betty finally relented. “Alright, fine,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air. “But if I get too freaked out, I’m calling it quits.”“Fair enough,” Chris said, standing up. “I’ll be the seeker for the first round. You all have five minutes to hide. Ready?”We nodde
AvaChris’s revelation hit us all like a ton of bricks. The room went eerily silent, all of our eyes widening in unison.“But… But I saw you,” I muttered, shaking my head with disbelief. “Chris, I saw you walk past—”“Ava, I never left the main area of the house. We promised we wouldn’t leave the co
“These tarts are delicious, Ava,” Betty said, taking another bite. “Did you make them yourself?”I nodded, smiling. “I did. I love to cook and bake. It’s always been a passion of mine.”“Me too,” Betty said, her eyes lighting up for the first time since our game of manhunt. “I actually worked at the