Home is Where the Haunt Is – Part One by Audrey Brice
Soggy rain. Big, fat drops splattered onto his head and neck. At least his jacket was weather-proof. There wasn’t much of an overhang on the cottage so it offered little protection from the wet. Especially since the wind blew the rain sideways. Despite the damp, he squinted, shielded his eyes with his hands, and looked around. Remote, deep in the mountains of Vermont, the cottage stood at the top of a narrow, winding road half way up Deer...
Published on January 25, 2017 09:35