Chapter 9: The Curse
Haint Party “Sit at the table,” Erin ordered, her voice clipped with the dramatic urgency she reserved for minor traffic jams and summoning the dead. “It’ll be easier for us to maintain the circle.” The small, circular blue table near the kitchen island was cozy, almost too much for five adults, but we gathered our oversized candles and obeyed. Erin… Continue reading Chapter 9: The Curse