Rollins deep in conversation. Pop’s hands were hooked in his suspenders while Mr. Rollins’s pressed suit looked to have come fresh from a tailor. The sharp pointed collar poked Mr. Rollins double chin as he talked, and his black dress shoes shone in the summer sun. I’d hea...
The summer air was thick and heavy, dark clouds looming over the towering wings of the house. The grass was a little longer than I preferred to see it, and the bushes under the windows had grown stray sprigs as if they’d been neglected. In my absence, the groundskeepers wo...
“The curse is upon you. One of you has to die.” A throaty, female voice followed me out of the nightmare. No cuts on my arms. No slashes on my face. But the musky scent of roses filled the air. Trembling uncontrollably, I crawled back to the center of the headboard. ...