It felt like the Buckley’s home had been transported to a choppy sea. There was the shaking and rolling; the ground was made of a seething liquid. Glass shook, fell, and shattered. Books rattled off their shelves, followed closely by their bookcases. Candles fell on their sides, dro...
He carried a hatchet, which was the first thing I noticed in the dim light of the single candle. He looked surprised when he rushed in, but responded much faster than I anticipated. He shouted, automatically ducking, as Rick swung the baseball bat. It missed him, but struck the person behind him....