tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12973708767120198762024-03-13T04:02:02.647-04:00Author Amanda GattonGrimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-81966635341446951772025-05-15T12:34:00.001-04:002022-05-29T20:26:30.713-04:00The Official Website of Amanda Gatton, YA Author and Artist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Qy0G2HFmUkXGm3dH5m40KLOjW5S08RFqG00CSA4aBtpMfoQlWPJAA0dCZGKZYdGbAQyh9W_P-vrCyohligC_rgmiqYSCjjF8BVF-dci2KcfoPQF5mvWpJnA1n5ohmjvZAUfBMs7cluA/s1600/Photo0620.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: x-large;">Hi, welcome to the home of author and artist, Amanda Gatton. I love everything creepy. My mind is like a haunted house; spooky dolls in the attic, secret stories in the basement, and everything scary in between. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEo7StIeHUA-1wu7jRQRyPGzsiYRJ8z26mzhLgCaCukloYAfczjEDM35ALKqKS_Qv2Le46nEuotpOlTtIGOhu7GHsbf81SHWUEzQcTtE2SiF6LoqlMD9cgiHksv9L2LuM8Tt7p2IYhuFef_WwV8uVqmo5yA8Eaj0626khenjohP92dxVw6WfnnYu_/s3300/Untitled_Artwork%20(22).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2550" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEo7StIeHUA-1wu7jRQRyPGzsiYRJ8z26mzhLgCaCukloYAfczjEDM35ALKqKS_Qv2Le46nEuotpOlTtIGOhu7GHsbf81SHWUEzQcTtE2SiF6LoqlMD9cgiHksv9L2LuM8Tt7p2IYhuFef_WwV8uVqmo5yA8Eaj0626khenjohP92dxVw6WfnnYu_/w494-h640/Untitled_Artwork%20(22).jpg" width="494" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Have a look around here for some of my creepy stories, scary stories submitted by kids, a look at my haunted dollhouses, and much more! Look to the right to find me other places on the web, and to <a href=" https://mailchi.mp/db7640d56924/coddiwomple-signup" target="_blank">signup for my newsletter</a> to receive cool printables and exclusive stories right to your inbox. </span></div>
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<br />Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-41461258336648786092023-08-28T21:58:00.003-04:002023-08-28T21:58:33.291-04:00Little Paper Worlds Cut and Assemble 1:12 Scale Dollhouse Accessory Books<p><span style="font-size: large;"> Welcome to the wonderful, whimsical world of Little Paper Worlds paper miniatures series on Amazon. This series is growing. You can find the series <a href="https://relinks.me/B0BLD21FC6" target="_blank">here</a> and here are the links to the individual books in the series. Just click the pictures! Happy crafting!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://relinks.me/B0BHMRQRHW" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2970" data-original-width="4644" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83pQieGvLyd1tiIIZVEMHmim0vVyKcIrc3xhgmF90sDzN2MvyVSxuJWP2pNQDCTzIKJiKF52f56Sok7Flf-0p0ERYt2pAwzw4i4jcHafZX2e6hg-Qxelmhuqo1v7lvYAJOmb11l4t2WzpFHGrJhdMR7f-NbAqaihP5w_H2x3Wf5lcfKutGvVi1VQ1FOs/w640-h410/DIY%20Gothic%20and%20halloween%20dollhouse%20accessories.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://relinks.me/B0CFCPVWB9" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="3375" data-original-width="5245" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5yijii3M9m8pnItQMRv4Ha7HEG08z3nAtGrxzQJhm5YlcA5u5xg0HtJ7xeWYsdRwZTdBB3_uBCGwQ_64pG7w_94c8OVJYrDOKx1QMTVCsgyHANOnTii7_1pJt_bWtQrCpe6aec_w_RijRt_iyHBjHLf8sfQWvUBOK9PlJibTlPDsdI5HIt0YaZWGExY/w640-h412/DIY%20Halloween%20and%20whimsigoth%20witchy%20dollhouse%20vintage%20apocathery%20accessories%20for%201%2012%20scale%20gothic%20dollhouse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://relinks.me/B0BLR57D21" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2970" data-original-width="4644" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZaYufmQDweZV98e15kZNaCCssQcqHh5M6OL82kF8-tT77PG33z-69_elqT7hZyw6z0of9B0hNJy7V2G2eZHBnlBpK58-dmKB6kRHuZL_JKhuTo9sbhd_Te-peD1btSn1WIePC7yY4a6MO-fMbEnKtjPHZxM3xQoQTUQ5U7WuA2BxEITVKv3JgyZP6Unc/w640-h410/DIY%20realistic%20printed%20spine%20and%20inside%20pages%20books%20to%20make%20for%201%2012%20scale%20dollhouse%20gothic%20witchy%20vintage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-74882717463842924372023-08-28T21:26:00.007-04:002023-08-31T11:20:31.504-04:00FREE Printable Sarah Smile Inspired Pink Halloween Paper Dolls<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht83kLVOoAWfIbbRkGdAKtyY7dnEgghnvDsgDnaMc6mH7O_7PtscNkWVQrTWBQjp4kHvoHevFmQkh2ts89OsaOy93IRf9b-sMIdl2fLODFyYGJmWIP2KTrvt1nplIUNnAC9o392phOxtbpDCpcwD-JkETy7lDT2KwsMOdagKU4QpJYc0piBLdah32LWs4/s1280/IMG_4226.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht83kLVOoAWfIbbRkGdAKtyY7dnEgghnvDsgDnaMc6mH7O_7PtscNkWVQrTWBQjp4kHvoHevFmQkh2ts89OsaOy93IRf9b-sMIdl2fLODFyYGJmWIP2KTrvt1nplIUNnAC9o392phOxtbpDCpcwD-JkETy7lDT2KwsMOdagKU4QpJYc0piBLdah32LWs4/s320/IMG_4226.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> This year's Halloween gift from me to you is a set of dolls inspired by the incomparable Sarah Smile. I became entirely captivated by Sarah's photo shoot where she unapologetically paints Halloween pink! The characters she created through this photo shoot are UNBELIEVABLE. Y'all, I'm not even that into pink, and I still got drawn into Sarah's world. That is the mark of a true artist, IMO. Here are some of the photos from her shoot, and also please stop over to her Facebook page <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SarahSmilePhotos" target="_blank">here.</a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/SarahSmilePhotos" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="3000" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ko-iBAGXwYn-L6T_lRLu-DXKbd6OPINHZ8dEVHALjkD34mtfF3MmgKPSNwsKeNMh8d495iVTERnoeqEjy1aqUY9eXYJX-3HNzMLvh9o5oW-KblVoRN_RWGCfa4PsFH-WpuQBfGsdtbp0zXa766Bmd3KDDLWLCPh3pgr1YydEPuJx_HBc2A7XtmE6K9o/w640-h512/Sarah%20Smiles%20Fantastical%20Pink%20Halloween%20Photo%20Shoot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bwwjJFbs4VE" width="320" youtube-src-id="bwwjJFbs4VE"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>You can download and print this set for yourself by saving and printing the images below, or for higher quality, you can get a PDF <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1K-ZwpY1_onPiMQQyqfFN9o4_aIXcnT7m/view?usp=drive_link" target="_blank">here.</a> </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Littlepaperworlds" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLjoHymR0e9l8-iZbdIKsuNbGczfyc5pCEJcZEiSQQUxP7yDTLfmqWCee02U1nsA_j_k1ps8xcTg1HSDOvrk1t5EC0j6KFfTf9oRsEyMuBI-7XI7V2cePzLMSW20L5gXSm4mA81k0vqmLrVuew_lYX5Jgen5ikb0uwWgCDtUDLmpVipqcGCcgfbigRpo/w508-h640/DIY%20Paper%20Doll%20Instructions%20how%20to%20make.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/SarahSmilePhotos" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbLjl-sVLIQJCFdaKBoJ3ADBswv2ireL8X0UcMjrNnEpzhvKSVSgo5ZqOJtxLF-glvHqYJE-O0zsYHxREYuL5YJLOK1VFXurO_3KlzYnVygs1IuLqKjyhuSf5WhZqjNza2G68LAbhhI6Wm4W33vY2IAHScUbqKS_Bw_Zu7E0DCFkZZVvF_WQttr3LMEQ/w508-h640/Sarah%20Smile%20Inspired%20Dolls%20DIY%20Free%20Printable.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-80911015468630668782023-08-28T21:17:00.004-04:002023-08-28T21:17:52.199-04:00FREE Rosanova Brivet DIY Paper Doll<p><span style="font-size: large;"> Meet Rosanova Brivet and her spunky little cat, Saffron. Rosanova is an art doll I designed inspired by the wonderful creations of Rachel Maksy. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/O4Jk8uuA2II" width="320" youtube-src-id="O4Jk8uuA2II"></iframe></div><br /><p>You can either print and assemble Rosanova for yourself as a fun fall bucket list item by saving and printing the images below, or for better quality you can download the PDF file <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Zgshl1233QJUzXae6uWdhSFfZZNjbms7/view?usp=drive_link" target="_blank">here. </a></p><p>Happy Spooky Season!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Littlepaperworlds" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVlfC5aAUeAUN5RVCJoJBjgfNgrE6oiMDweR4fmv3-GDt6zDizXkgUucHeK8LIAQZatPEzFWjWOyXN2jmOF2PhaZZ-gADTKaRroQWinXobagAtZ1Lwmw4pdp8caDBCEyRY7ygOdjokJwlvhVZaWqdOsEOV2THA2Y45y8WWrXVkpx2YO2cMLj5NyIVm3M/w509-h640/DIY%20Downloadable%20Pumpkin%20Head%20Autumn%20Paper%20Doll.jpg" width="509" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Littlepaperworlds" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSabioTOo0k3K1sX7Vu17jTDvI3CArQolG-FTWC1q-OdZ2p7Hwor_D45c5L1zTYjMHeIhY1itYL8Zp38S9JxdCOykeNab2Q74BkHPRFa7cI-1Um7VRT0U0Cx_8USe6mL2lmkM08P6NxdUPwBQMZ2Q6k5EhwLLAdJT_y1zHHs8xthetVZz_yxA_VvCa7pM/w508-h640/DIY%20Fall%20Autumn%20Free%20Printable%201%2012%20Scale%20Paper%20Doll.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-13132353423762878442023-08-28T21:10:00.003-04:002023-08-31T11:21:57.282-04:00FREE Updated Sanderson Sisters and Billy Butcherson DIY Paper Dolls<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlR66Hn00hg0Dm7EutrFhWrRKCjWry3mWGjGqZj5plHCoUuws9bXn4FijYNnLvexPalWki45tShaILHHMdaVXGHAFGdmCx8kyEJn9feHo7WPmD7EUybCk_K1czn-PrA45lJLYp6BBbFD_agZh3DDgOENI7BvNv0VKRbcNxwi_OffQlba8hFrUL_qolxk/s1280/IMG_4227%202.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlR66Hn00hg0Dm7EutrFhWrRKCjWry3mWGjGqZj5plHCoUuws9bXn4FijYNnLvexPalWki45tShaILHHMdaVXGHAFGdmCx8kyEJn9feHo7WPmD7EUybCk_K1czn-PrA45lJLYp6BBbFD_agZh3DDgOENI7BvNv0VKRbcNxwi_OffQlba8hFrUL_qolxk/s320/IMG_4227%202.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">They're baaaaaack! The three sisters Sanderson, and now including Billy Butcherson at the request of a member of my favorite Facebook group, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/1809059492454791" target="_blank">Haunted, Halloween, and Off the Beaten Path Dollhouses. </a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">You can either save the pictures below to your device and print, or if you'd like a PDF file, click <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_Sb3KAZWVMS2dixIl53IZtjZp8CVmoH6/view?usp=drive_link">here.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Spooky Season!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Littlepaperworlds" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcEyV5Vr4Ad_Zo4TXgyYvcKSCWyS9nyBKh-yH79Zndeu6ZlBk7jDD1TO4A16IPAQUu1hARTot2IrFVoPQQ1bFry6aDaJ2cEMb6VA3RPrc80y_mOVmuTXI4qIKRnYfIxi4abCn951BLRIC05bkw955H-3Sn2rXorQed97NUwTDnQXbxsdff2e3CWDZyaE/w507-h640/DIY%20free%20printable%20Billy%20Butcherson%20from%20Hocus%20Pocus%20Paper%20Doll.jpg" width="507" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq8YELEclnnVUEMnoGhMraqnWRADORTK-viKvI6tjcYINSWFaVYV51JRw5kN1hQNn4apQ5Tue9qh5CL4h9lNvOnGb6pCdU5ZFmpg8680-f1yNTI0T9J0hSXNEBGPGlHiwEw0ncUo27PZFnlPdUjWILvqyzl3eGxi47I8d-m6HHMTLA_5j-0G35ZKq/s320/twelth%20scale%20dollhouse%20books.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is an assortment of extremely cute, extremely detailed books for 1:12 scale dollhouse, for you to print, cut, and glue. The set prints on one page and includes and antique Edgar Allan Poe book, a Grimm's fairy tales, Mother Goose book, spell book, and cook book. Each book has printed interior pages, a printed spine, and front and back covers. Very cute addition to your dollhouse or diorama. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">You can access the file <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cx2qsiMWtAOVOm0iqJv0eb6U4H2jThlk/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">HERE.</a> Feel free to send me pictures of your project on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/authoramandagatton" target="_blank">Facebook</a> or tag me on <a href="http://Instagram.com/littlepaperworlds" target="_blank">Instagram.</a> If you like my printables, find more<a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Littlepaperworlds" target="_blank"> here. </a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6ueOoGHaOs0" width="320" youtube-src-id="6ueOoGHaOs0"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFApNRgbyGlpSbbBJaSRG8wUzWuzrV6cQeBQ3FAaZWz2y9z2H74lo4D0xWGg44ANlq-97pibypkD7RSTA4XIF35qFuDbDtaUYDTh2BMxlfBh30x3T6HkhVGNf3mROJu4n1v7oBU-5JST9QwGg99M0yRMcBwBcPbs5nlE1KlRD3TmJapaMpV-UEBh9K/s4032/Dollhouse%20Library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFApNRgbyGlpSbbBJaSRG8wUzWuzrV6cQeBQ3FAaZWz2y9z2H74lo4D0xWGg44ANlq-97pibypkD7RSTA4XIF35qFuDbDtaUYDTh2BMxlfBh30x3T6HkhVGNf3mROJu4n1v7oBU-5JST9QwGg99M0yRMcBwBcPbs5nlE1KlRD3TmJapaMpV-UEBh9K/w480-h640/Dollhouse%20Library.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-58172287142743701012022-11-01T14:16:00.002-04:002022-11-01T14:16:17.832-04:00Ed Emberley Inspired DIY Paper Dolls<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMw_bQO8auHCQCt5UiYgQKyPcBYCETJiZNmAFyhZtCW-JYGzrbls82eb0hCixeg_sqXKMsm7t6isBBWDF-9ZjqmA_QdUnAtABQP9RTy0xPbBVF8AEvf_hyTlFleZW1PHB93ioV9XY0FVf-g_bCos4020drLI1V2hC5itj0W0-sQFiAjLbJdJBoODt/s4032/DIY%20Ed%20Emberley%20Paper%20Dolls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMw_bQO8auHCQCt5UiYgQKyPcBYCETJiZNmAFyhZtCW-JYGzrbls82eb0hCixeg_sqXKMsm7t6isBBWDF-9ZjqmA_QdUnAtABQP9RTy0xPbBVF8AEvf_hyTlFleZW1PHB93ioV9XY0FVf-g_bCos4020drLI1V2hC5itj0W0-sQFiAjLbJdJBoODt/w400-h300/DIY%20Ed%20Emberley%20Paper%20Dolls.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Growing up, my constant comfort was checking out <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Ed-Emberley/e/B000AQ77ZK?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_3&qid=1667326419&sr=8-3" target="_blank">Ed Emberley drawing books</a> from the library. He is THE most influential artist of my lifetime. Not only did I learn art from his teachings, but I learned how to view the world around me. I'm proud to say that I've carried on his teachings with my own art students, and I highly recommend his books to anyone, child or adult. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I celebrated Halloween this year by creating a set of articulated paper dolls from characters in his books. This is a simple and fun printable project and I would like to share it with you. You can access the file to download these cute dolls <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1c6hf7gsUSBzjHnWBTDuownlQ9BYskb4V/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">HERE.</a> Feel free to send me pictures of your project on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/authoramandagatton" target="_blank">Facebook</a> or tag me on <a href="http://www.instagram.com/littlepaperworlds" target="_blank">Instagram. </a> If you love my printables, you can find more <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Littlepaperworlds" target="_blank">here. </a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu2Uc4OURgM7m7jcVBLIg8Qg9HGyJRRbQfYfUL3JD1j5oy-nJbA4_gkp8qdOhEV0Y8ki4qHPUZjlQJwBiX30mmpS8Q3UmZYnq6ImBW9J3oFE33hJZYyz1Y-baJVnI-uRUUYay1iibKzpx2qfSkJOC3RQWapj1IZM97LEWks9RgMq0OnB7BcQ7-Mfs/s3024/Ed%20Emberley%20Big%20Orange%20Book%20Dolls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu2Uc4OURgM7m7jcVBLIg8Qg9HGyJRRbQfYfUL3JD1j5oy-nJbA4_gkp8qdOhEV0Y8ki4qHPUZjlQJwBiX30mmpS8Q3UmZYnq6ImBW9J3oFE33hJZYyz1Y-baJVnI-uRUUYay1iibKzpx2qfSkJOC3RQWapj1IZM97LEWks9RgMq0OnB7BcQ7-Mfs/w640-h640/Ed%20Emberley%20Big%20Orange%20Book%20Dolls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AJeNACxLvck" width="320" youtube-src-id="AJeNACxLvck"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-76700558537409829172022-07-02T14:49:00.004-04:002022-07-02T14:49:59.652-04:00Create these Paper Hands<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ih80LhmhMk6bsA0noKcWJmjW9lZx5HcMcabB8DFX0h7z7E4tZo-R73sdY9dZNM7JAF-1mM0xeNmayU-QSu6qIFy0Nj5PEL3YTK0PRWzl-6w-UYoMJs62a5gU1kq979VMGpxzAAsRhZOjmaMSAXAX3_G6Y_yYWng0crhD5na_YncXs4ZbWZWI574t/s2445/3817E935-E5E7-4F66-9FB7-C57696CE42CB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1375" data-original-width="2445" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ih80LhmhMk6bsA0noKcWJmjW9lZx5HcMcabB8DFX0h7z7E4tZo-R73sdY9dZNM7JAF-1mM0xeNmayU-QSu6qIFy0Nj5PEL3YTK0PRWzl-6w-UYoMJs62a5gU1kq979VMGpxzAAsRhZOjmaMSAXAX3_G6Y_yYWng0crhD5na_YncXs4ZbWZWI574t/w400-h225/3817E935-E5E7-4F66-9FB7-C57696CE42CB.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a set of spooky yet pretty articulated hands for you to print, cut and assemble. You can either save the pictures below to your device and print them, or click <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1D0SpQcKZTFTIE_4AbmaHhl5dOiF45ymr/view?usp=drivesdk" target="_blank">HERE</a> to download a PDF copy.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZn9fMsz7Bsksv41tAl8RNh7bwpyld_T37lvXq056pU8D0_f5cBW6NxOeGmDhn6qPnqc0g5Us7FPWLBKw3FxlgjNLWW77K3coK5Roy0mD-h8RFx4hTJKQ_w-MiUmCyt8M2DjwMn1OZVZTndlYvVixcaMr06cDu2YXGB8zl9VxXBdOjwK40wdxwO1I/s3075/37BF8FFE-20AE-42BC-B2E9-93372946A6FE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZn9fMsz7Bsksv41tAl8RNh7bwpyld_T37lvXq056pU8D0_f5cBW6NxOeGmDhn6qPnqc0g5Us7FPWLBKw3FxlgjNLWW77K3coK5Roy0mD-h8RFx4hTJKQ_w-MiUmCyt8M2DjwMn1OZVZTndlYvVixcaMr06cDu2YXGB8zl9VxXBdOjwK40wdxwO1I/w508-h640/37BF8FFE-20AE-42BC-B2E9-93372946A6FE.jpeg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpFTrxKOjgD_B1Umx4TQ1Ldped2xr1zK5nZjQTfR_wToHp_JkkJK_R-cLpbrJm8lMbsk_tw6FzfqsT-avpXfwfuaN37wF9043Qoirk6kQh0iFUz_3yYiqMauJAFpi77DnN4VaFiSZseqtByz8VFlsRb9CJOVkdk7nzbFLpSLpMsdYQ_5EPSvF-jWP/s3075/229E68C0-9382-4632-B533-19E0533BEA4C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpFTrxKOjgD_B1Umx4TQ1Ldped2xr1zK5nZjQTfR_wToHp_JkkJK_R-cLpbrJm8lMbsk_tw6FzfqsT-avpXfwfuaN37wF9043Qoirk6kQh0iFUz_3yYiqMauJAFpi77DnN4VaFiSZseqtByz8VFlsRb9CJOVkdk7nzbFLpSLpMsdYQ_5EPSvF-jWP/w508-h640/229E68C0-9382-4632-B533-19E0533BEA4C.jpeg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtJP0DnmnibQHwaONnp5ZmdiVTTOQnT19WoZS5qFhtxmuIK7tpNC6J_NIw-NBOZ_z5aA79NWnxAn3qBhSiNHJRTuOAxbLDoSFoY7Qd28xCH4AUGITBF24zm0pM0lvPbTqpAkky7GkMhEAm8hvakxVPTxSXjsPV2ES2o-9uToml6Pt1sbOhkWOsBxj/s3075/C4EF9743-F7FA-408B-82AF-E6D19B95605C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3075" data-original-width="2438" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtJP0DnmnibQHwaONnp5ZmdiVTTOQnT19WoZS5qFhtxmuIK7tpNC6J_NIw-NBOZ_z5aA79NWnxAn3qBhSiNHJRTuOAxbLDoSFoY7Qd28xCH4AUGITBF24zm0pM0lvPbTqpAkky7GkMhEAm8hvakxVPTxSXjsPV2ES2o-9uToml6Pt1sbOhkWOsBxj/s320/C4EF9743-F7FA-408B-82AF-E6D19B95605C.jpeg" width="254" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzpGeFFEBwKoXfvaSN22Vtkq_hh9M3gEpIALTHW1t8vpMCbG-a9R5M9szVchkBBvka1eGYjxXzT3eDL1Ocnpg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-75980127173606831752021-10-20T18:42:00.001-04:002021-10-20T18:42:15.513-04:00The Hackers by Breanna<p> A short story from Breanna, inspired by a dream. </p><p><br /></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-7c79798f-7fff-8a04-915f-ebc81e869646" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> At this time, I was a 14 year old girl in 8th grade.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> One day, my friend, Adailya, was coming to my house. My mom, Adailya and I were going to the grocery store. On the way to the store, Adailya and I saw six coyotes and pups. My mom didn't see them, so we picked up our groceries and headed back. My mom got to see the coyotes, but this time they were attacking a public store. We saw some people who were dressed very weirdly. They seemed too interested in us…</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The next week, I started to notice my phone was downloading things I didn't download. Also, my camera started filming me without my consent, I fought with the camera, but every time I turned it off. It turned back on again. My phone just did things that I didn't do. I started to do random Google meets, and for some reason, there was always this lady that came up on my Google meet. She had long black hair. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> One day, my brother and I were alone at our house. Some guys knocked on our door and I heard glass shatter. I told my brother, "Go upstairs and hide, hurry!" I saw two guys sitting out front. I snuck to attack one, I didn't know I had killed someone at the time. Then, I went to attack the other and I also killed him. Next, I went to my garage, there were two teenage boys in the garage with a gun. I snatched from them, apparently one of them had got the gun open. The last bit of ammo rolled out as I yanked the gun back. As I had seen in the movies, I hit one of them in the head with the bottom of the gun. He passed out and I was about to deal with his friend, when his friend begged me not to. So I tied them up and called my parents. I didn't tell my parents what they had done, but I said I found them out alone on the street and they needed a home. I couldn't believe they were actually nice, we all survived and they told me where their boss was. I also couldn't believe they had manners. A tall girl with black long hair.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> One month later, my dad was home and some guys showed up at the door. My dad got his gun and I snuck up on the other one in the backyard, when he told me not to. I killed the one in the back, and my dad killed the two in the front. I went to the place my two friends (the teenagers) told me to. This time the hacker lady was there. I strangled and drowned her. The one teenager that I knocked out became my brother's best friend, while the one who begged me not to kill him became my friend. That was the happiest ending I needed.</span></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-76165915508272591202021-09-29T00:13:00.004-04:002021-09-29T00:13:34.855-04:00Beatrice and the Magical Island by Breanna<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fantasy Story by Breanna </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 832px; overflow: hidden; width: 624px;"><img height="832" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/Qtm_6v0zIB9vJdBPAmwyyrVB67IgzwteOvG4nZqjTU8UMGSZ9RMWpksuz3FkvSTBE4Bx245L9OIUEJ-CGhe7WYl0hB99pr62KbX5b-A5I14HP_-rwaQan4VrbhXU0zHovfMg2NhX=s0" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="624" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> There once was a girl named Beatrice. She only had two friends. Her brother, Trip, was the one who had a ton of friends. Her best friend, Layla, was an only child. She only had Beatrice and Trip as friends. They played inside or outside. Trip and Layla were dating. Beatrice didn't mind that, at all. One day they were at Beatrice and Trip's house, playing hide and seek. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Beatrice and Layla were hiding somewhere in the house with a lavender febreeze scent lingering in the air. They were messing around and Trip found them. Beatrice was laughing so hard she fell. Then they went to her room and took a break. Halfway into the break, Beatrice wanted to show them a painting she had painted yesterday. It had the sun with a curious fox on it. She then tripped over a misplaced video tape, and she hit the ground so hard on only one arm. She had to go to the hospital with her parents, brother, and her friend. The doctor said, "You definitely broke your arm. I'm so sorry, it looks like a bad break. Let me cast that, before, here is the sling."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> They then went home and on the way Beatrice said, "So what do guys want to do?" Trip, Layla, and Beatrice agreed on going to the arcade, the new one with free candy corn's. They went to ask Beatrice and Trip's parents (Katlyn and Max) if they could go to the new arcade. They said, "Yes, we will take you as long as you kids don't get into trouble." They then agreed, as long as they could get as many candy corns as they wanted.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> They were now heading to the new arcade, the evening sun setting on the horizon was amazing. Luckily, Beatrice was able to play with her cast. The kids all brought 10 dollars each. They spent three hours at the arcade playing every game. They each won a good amount of prizes from the claw machine. Beatrice, Trip, and Layla had an amazing time. There was a radio on and everyone there loved the music! </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> They got home and went to Beatrice's room, once again. Layla said, "Here you go Beatrice, I picked up that video tape." Beatrice said, "Thank you, Layla" in a fancy tone. They then started finding little pieces of paper that had a nice coconut smell, and they were clue's. Before this happened, they were going to explore the house. Then they found a compass, it had a red rose design on the front. The kids thought the parents were playing with them. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> When they were looking for what the clue's led to, the group tripped over a string. They then stumbled into a big button with the same red rose design as the compass, but the button led to a secret room. They decided to go into the room using sign language to talk to each other. On a huge table there was a book that said, "Open!" They then decided to open the book. All they saw for a short second was a bright flash of white. Then, all of the sudden, the compass was in Beatrice's hand, again. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> They all said, in unison, "Where are we and most important, how do we get home?" They looked around for a few minutes, and were very shocked. Beatrice spoke up and said, "My arm doesn't hurt anymore." Next, she yanked off the cast. What she saw amazed her, there was no more bruising and she could move her arm. After another long period of silence, Layla said, "Wherever we are, it would probably be best to stick together." Beatrice handed Trip the compass. Then Trip said, "We should go north." </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> They then walked around while being close together. After an hour they found a circle of rocks that had a glowing circle above it. They decided to step into it. Next they stepped out of it, and when the kids were out, they had armor and weapons. The gear had the red rose design on it, too. Just then the group noticed they were surrounded by trolls! They used the weapons to kill all of the trolls. Except one who was surprisingly nice, and he promised to help them along their journey back home.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Next the group went back into the glowing circle thing again. When they stepped out this time, the kids were at an ice palace. When they started to look around they spotted this ice dragon. They started to battle when Layla suddenly asked, "Why are you being so mean?" The ice dragon whispered, "I'm being watched by the ice queen." They whispered in unison, "We can help you escape!" The dragon said, "Yes, please and I will help you kids back to your home."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> When they were heading out, the same thing happened with the ice dragon's brother, the fire dragon. By then they had a troll, ice dragon, and a fire dragon helping them on this adventure. The group went back to the glowing circle thing and stepped out again, this time they were all on a huge boat. The boat had the rose symbol. The weird thing was that there was space for something extra.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> This time they were battling Fermaids (fairies and mermaids mixed). While they were battling, the humans noticed they had magical powers at the magical island. They again figured out that there was only one Fermaid who was nice. They made her promise to help them along their journey and then she put a water bubble around herself and got on the boat. Then the group sailed to the warm and breezy beach.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The magical animals created a huge tree house and went inside. The three teenagers found three cozy chairs and carried them to the sandy beach. They all love the beach, very much. The calm breeze, the warmness, the flowing water, and the noise of the animals. They used the powers to create food, because they were all very hungry after that day. Then Trip said, "Let's go east!" They got up and searched for three hours for a way home. Finally, they found a portal at twelve a.m. The three headed to the tree house to say goodbye and thank you to their friends.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> When the portal took them home, they all excitedly whispered, "Now we have our own little secret hideout!" After a while of thinking of names, they decided to name the island, "All You Need Is Magic" and the ocean, "Big Beautiful Blue!" </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Extra Information: A story about a girl who is very weird. She and her friends are playing at their house. They were messing around and found a secret room. She and her friends have discovered a new island. Will they survive or go to their deaths?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Beatrice and the Magical Island. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><img height="320" src="blob:https://www.blogger.com/4de04afb-79ed-4db1-882b-7c035b5254de" width="240" />Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-35861783509207546382021-09-16T13:36:00.005-04:002021-09-16T13:36:42.540-04:00Rescue Blackie by Breanna<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-66929bf1-7fff-5535-eaa0-7cd48aa0dbe4" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial; font-size: 30pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rescue Blackie by Breanna</span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial; font-size: 30pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 680px; overflow: hidden; width: 624px;"><img height="680" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/dzDjxtRFsrlIapKsEQcnKrrMH7M787THf1TcKVxVp8vzPftxkRSd9iMvBxwVX8yjdky0q0GGkWZrxp1uf9vP1mHogrcYuKIc1FKCSjfeIeMt9g61lg190h7rnEn71UXAw-yjDX9b=s0" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="624" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #b7b7b7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I dedicate this true story to my Great-grandma, (redacted.) May she rest in peace among the angels. I hope one day to be blessed enough to see her again. You will always be loved and missed, Great-grandma. Until we meet again. Love, your granddaughter, Breanna.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #b7b7b7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One hot summer day, my grandparents decided to visit.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #b7b7b7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We were so excited to see them. We took them to a new fishing spot. Next, we packed a cooler, fishing poles, and fishing chairs. Then we took off on our adventure.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> When we arrived, we cast out our poles and waited for the fun to begin. Suddenly, my dad says, as he reels the fishing pole in, "It must be a big one, it is bending my pole!" As the line gets closer to the bank, a little smirk comes across his face. He yelled out, "Look at that, it's a giant stick bass!" He had laughter in his voice.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Next, my grandpa caught two fish back to back. The first one was a bass. The second one, a rock bass.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> At the same time I got a little tug. I yanked the pole and started reeling in. When the line got closer, I saw it was a baby sun fish.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Grandma, who had been sitting quietly enjoying the ocean-like creek. Listening to the flow of the water, looking at the dirt and watching the Shadows dance across the water. Suddenly, she spoke up and said, "Hey, I hear a weird meowing sound.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> We all got very quiet and listened, but we could not hear it. Then, we began to hear a weird meowing noise, too. That's when I saw something moving across the creek, in weeds and I pointed it out. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Then I yelled, " It is a kitten." At the same time my grandma and dad said," You probably can't catch it." </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> At the same time, my brother and I jumped into the creek and slowly moved towards the kitten. Suddenly, the kitten jumped into the creek and…. started to come to us but he couldn't swim.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> My brother reached him first and picked him up. Immediately he started purring. Right away we saw he needed water and let him drink out of the creek. Dad and grandma were surprised. That's also when we noticed he was starving, so we caught some minnows from the creek for him to eat. He gobbled them up and now he eats everything. After that we walked home. Then gave him a bath which, he did not seem to mind. That night when we left him outside to go to the bathroom, he disappeared. I cried all night long, devastated that my new best friend was gone. The next day we actually found him in the same exact place. This time I jumped into the creek and got him. I walked him home. I was super happy. To this day my cat, Blackie, still lives and of course he eats everything!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Blackie</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was once a kitten named Blackie</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who lived to go hackey hackey</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The kitten lived to eat mice</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He loved to play with dice</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The kitten loved to wear khakis </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.maxpixel.net/Feline-Pet-Cat-Animal-Black-Persian-Black-Cat-2539887" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 178px; overflow: hidden; width: 267px;"><img height="178" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/I8_9J1cG_tj76RTJZZ3kpvnpvdUlyLxoTnaUiuX2QwlskLfW7ibOqK1nWa1hc1JCpWRdlQfz5gGLegTYULAhNRN7hhr6NgGeU9lnLalAiwqNMQN_qUlUpoLUu2Wo-xmnRp7NDEta=s0" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="267" /></span></span></a></p><p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The End</span></p><p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-68376243158365214972021-09-16T13:30:00.001-04:002021-09-16T13:30:25.412-04:00Little Red Bird by Hadley <p> This is a spppppooooky lil tale written by Hadley, who does not normally like creepiness at all. But something in her heart went just a little creepy with this one! </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwmfnEWhJj246ohBCWTxbThLgvSSBsUqz9Lzwmp3CUnvwon5E0NvjBPwPopi88bmlJ3FToCRQkPxjzWzvdgQsVWB4SeMFE2B4Fx8ABBg5gNznswrx9OLi3bkQvOLFc4cN0mgxtJ4IW9Nc/s1834/27F2DFAE-B0F5-4FC8-A5F4-5B2E1F00353F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1834" data-original-width="1168" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwmfnEWhJj246ohBCWTxbThLgvSSBsUqz9Lzwmp3CUnvwon5E0NvjBPwPopi88bmlJ3FToCRQkPxjzWzvdgQsVWB4SeMFE2B4Fx8ABBg5gNznswrx9OLi3bkQvOLFc4cN0mgxtJ4IW9Nc/w408-h640/27F2DFAE-B0F5-4FC8-A5F4-5B2E1F00353F.jpeg" width="408" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-25784747506484991882021-09-11T23:05:00.002-04:002021-09-11T23:05:27.157-04:00The Solar Flare by Breanna<p>Author: Breanna <span style="color: #6d9eeb; font-family: Arial; font-size: 25pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p><span style="color: #6d9eeb; font-family: Arial; font-size: 25pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Solar Flare</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-b7d2fbbb-7fff-ade5-f40d-01af29ee788a"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Mom!" Tanya shrieked. This was your average family, embarrassing mom and tough dad. Two children, a sister and brother. The kids were "angels". Tanyas' mom just called her "baby" in public, again.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> One day in April, that family was out on vacation in California. They were out at the beach when it all started. The brother started to scream "THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!" when the sudden thunderstorm/ weird riptides began. The family raced to the car and got in the car even though they were soaked. They started reving the car and then sped off to the tallest building, in which they had a room booked. They barely made it to the roof when the wave came. The twins were whimpering and the parents panting. When the wave hit, it was awful. The building didn't fall, but it groaned under the weight. The family huddled together, when the water rose up to their knees they were not calm anymore. In 1 hour the water was down enough for cars to drive, they started heading down to the street when the family remembered that the car would be gone. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> That was when Mountain Shasta started to erupt lava. When this happened Tanya immediately yelled, "SOLAR FLARE!" They started to jog away from the flowing lava as far as their legs would take them. Once they were about 2 or 3 miles away from the lava, the family looked back to find that the lava was right behind them! The next thing that the family did was climb up on a big ledge. Once on the ledge Tanya asked the parents, "Are we going to die?" as the tears were slowly streaming down her face. The parents didn't respond. The lava rose up to the edge of the ledge. Then it stopped rising. The family slowly gathered their wits and hugged each other. After about 3 or 4 hours the lava was cool enough to walk on. They hopped on the warm lava and ran into the cave that used to be much to high to climb up too. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Just as they got in the cave, there was not much light and the loud roar came. The family ran as deep into the cave as possible. Then the four of them heard their first tornado ever. The mother said that by the noise and the wind they were feeling right now that it was at least an E.F. 5. Next the sky devil circled the cave for at least 30 minutes. When it was finally over they started to feel a weird shaking.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Tanya stated that it was at least a 8.7 earthquake. They had seconds to run into the "lava" field. Once in the field the family laid down on their backs for about 15 minutes until the horrible shaking stopped. After 10 minutes of no scary weather the family decided to peek at their phones. On SmartNews it said that around only 1,000 people had survived in California. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Then all four of them screamed because of the tsunami, earthquake, and tornado happening all at once. The family went back to the cave, because it was decided that it would be the safest place for them. They huddled together on their backs for 10 very long hours. Luckily, that family survived and then ran out into the night like a pack of wolves! </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> They ran 4 or 5 miles to the nearest city. They then found an ambulance, and were sent home to their house. It wasn't completely destroyed, and it did have a lot of things thrown around. The family fixed up and got back to a normal life! Until 10 years later when another huge solar flare shook the Earth.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-80454661287296571942021-09-11T23:00:00.002-04:002021-09-11T23:00:46.528-04:00Addy's Journal by Breanna<p> <span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: Breanna</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 26pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Addy's Journal</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-70def565-7fff-edcb-421a-8e0a5d21cd3a"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 16pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> An LOL doll story</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 487px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="122" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/TREBNc4Nnq3hurRrJyLexy8DzxcTogRL0XeZFhzetOBIvgvLHcYzmZPMLWf2r9ngqs2_IMPTSHiB_KrEp2c4Be4VSHXRJWj_ptAFEjOcT8uw4UAA6xe5eGVE7E8dCqdK1YYPpHuE=w200-h122" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="200" /></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 507px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="203" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/KQvcGL7UYVuQLirQPkzvfhbS30cOdWyJ0Z22qyUFYS1RgUBqjEe5eVkGJ3_TuDtQHymhR2dPU-fb6CY9c6K_VZUF6chqlOBRvn_7c12F4GxSv-0VOXx0tW74W1yml4seeoL5Kh_t=w320-h203" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 737px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="295" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/xJmnm4DX68H2ElbuRwyZQXqLGinmGtSoC3sm9I2T_88PWxsS4wF1TOPaCmWI6cKxkYPR1xDrEatremOOSS3_wX0UIO5QkOuBCtFOuNsVsSRtU5mn3UHOuOl5TyvMHN6vwziqD_dQ=w320-h295" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 773px; overflow: hidden; width: 649px;"><img height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/NxT27IyrdCOGtD8IIEXHtTKTfsQV_5SFSFawYNxIZOfUsn23v39TWSzevJCb7ia_Xg7W6nxwFDClCBkhRg08v550eAibTJfhGF3ysTI1S7LRT8sFK2_a-SeZO9oSGKD-QerRfnlZ=w269-h320" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="269" /></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 964px; overflow: hidden; width: 732px;"><img height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/pRfAqoOAEkPoJrFXjTXLvOXOjcjmOWC8bbXoeh-xRRuPx145tYF7Eh8IDzyRknCCPqQnCtTmjeUecAikZ365keFqhoh2dx6doRo-8jmpaC79bVR0-kDm5g3GxMqKOCSytO2LpzZ6=w243-h320" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="243" /></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 15pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><h2 dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-top: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Hi, my name is Addy. After 5 years I thought we were the last people on Earth. I mean all that was left of us was my brother Luke and I. His girlfriend, Banshee and her sister, Olivia. There's also my friend Judd and his brother, Mace. </span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 379px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="152" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/hfTD-765EsSm3kux4hOYp7o5xHKCLyvb_I3ggPqpBmHlC61vL0QBM1rNI0-cnGI1jjZzCFr4Ft5E0kkxTIBhTLQ1gZ0IdInRTWrpvdM2KFiSDHFq1FvvQkrDM9YUvESC6-5NlXdh=w320-h152" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> After everyone else passed away we met up and decided that a nice place to finish growing up would be in Florida. Then we drove down there and in Winter Haven we found a really nice house. Next, we cleaned it up and made it our own. Then, we took a break to catch up. After that we set up a school and decontamination room in the case that anyone else came along. We also set up a children room. I mean what harm could a children room be, we're only 18. After setting up and moving in, which took another day, my other brother named Nick passed away from the virus. The rest of that day we just relaxed and watched TV. The next day we were comforted by a girl named Echo and her friend Silk, coming along. They got decontaminated and went upstairs to meet my other friends. We decided I would be the leader because I'm the most responsible. After meeting the two friends we relaxed on the lawn. The very next day Meya and Zya showed up, and got decontaminated. Then they went up to meet the rest of us. Meya had a child, named Andrea, which she brought along with her.</span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 371px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="148" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/UBjxg6uBNT1MODeoWJeJGuSjZqGHlO1wb902l0uZ_5--b9QZGvfdkFnsHOker8H7FYg-I4m_2rqOMYGRyz6db4CiReE9luyLgY779tyvPstKS1SxqgZeTxVdbkWCA3puFOgOE5mc=w320-h148" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On that same day Zya and Silk passed away, again from the nasty virus. Most of us spent the rest of the day in our beds, watching TV and mourning for the ones we've lost. At about 6:00AM, two more people showed up. Their names are Midnight and her brother, Tony. We talked as old friends for the rest of the day. On the fifth day, Mike and his brother, Alex came. </span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 600px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/YZ5H08_Z9hWRcdzGx1Dv0l5tB6YtxDGp8XagEuOv8-nnYlNfv5-PUKLPYoTs_Y6GUKykc042MKuQ7N0qu-Z0x1QOnLjrDIu7ev4y9Rf1tbPZwicKxv8szCZDTTtLCZ2QUZi3J4Tx=w320-h240" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next day Lilaya, Miranda, and Alto show up. What a chance, triplets! Alto is another old friend, my other old friend Midnight and her talked for the rest of the day. After that, three sisters, named Anastasia, Cherry, and Violet, show up. </span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 359px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="144" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/h6KgNX3jwnmv2F0BaFrR-g3Z9DL4nZpQVrCT7V52BC9KreTTD-3u0PKhncvXw0u34sMhspIaqlIyk1wQQjh0M38JcuwWnhyoApoUdLQNXX9LzMQTDeH6EDwKWT_yZda5fG7goyCY=w320-h144" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> We decided Anastasia is the best singer ever. The next day four sisters show up! Chaya, Sheila, Charlie, and Michael. </span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 407px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="163" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/qIudk8c-TzJNLwVUOjNhR7vCLdqo2ijh5Ipn-DIYtB5pMuHE1mFaQTuM2GJX8r5KKjhb8QzUKycF8T9LjbcoE2iAS7CIIjTAsV1jGIDnILa8-9OfCNN5prm33OBTAZ03X6TnW_kP=w320-h163" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On that day, I assigned jobs. Mace will be an electrician along with Mike. Olivia will be a maid. The teachers will be Chaya, Sheila, Tony, and Charlie. Midnight will be the vice leader to me. Tony will also be an engineer along with Alex. Lilaya will take care of the pets. Miranda will be the doctor along with Echo as the assistant. Alto will be a stylist. Anastasia will be a singer. Finally, I wanted to name the couples that have been reunited, they are Charlie and Tony, Judd and Michael, Cherry and Mace, and Lilaya and Mike.</span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 769px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="308" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/N7nOf5KnclUlJ4vFGVQUMJLDi-oDg45qoQJDSiDJaB3inGwu8LcvqhbS05t_JKktPLfAtJM1_8NbrbTeQgk3LmluBjhEjifEW3Rphq9xWdVqyISWJmFNLu9loDT60f8w6dlsbWGM=w320-h308" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> All kids turn eighteen in 18 days, after that they don't turn a year older every day. Lilaya brought a kid and so did Michael. The three children are all eight years old.</span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 473px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="189" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/G1JeZcIkWppt-Pt8Nqhd56jAmzB-qZXp-lyhalPIRHbbtSorGD1Ne8MUoqAVLIXX8MqUv0IoNqM1WhCVUGDnkf61EiDMxjylKeRCqlj-q-oJMS_jr8I4SWNM1GBKhw5ifV_xczGW=w320-h189" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the next ten days everyone talked so much. In those days the children learned to swim. Lilaya drowned. The machine I invented brought her back and she took the drowning thing hard. We had a party when she was fully recovered. The children got their final tests from school. Angel scored 100%. Tyan and Andrea scored 98%. These are the kids afterward:</span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 425px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="170" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/zuWSWOjKnVuGR4p9iSZlT2rlf9JELBQ105LjreiB0qGyaWtSIeSRPutsDMHgLxi3zIzmIeVSduWIMJnOWN6Tk1xHZQeV5LEs4ek8r12qdpwj3ktpjZwHnoC5mR8z4d1hoNYwytZR=w320-h170" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tyan got together with eighteen year old Anastasia. On that day a great evil came and we werewolves, witches, and warlocks</span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 533px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/v_uAi32FsGFtBIBZyIPxEKWAjZ2aOTLStZZn4D3b0j-RzulxHZKnRftWXx3l9a23x2viBijO_jxboCwzYtNJSaQ9EAT54Ny-aQ3zut15vbVtrNTH0ex-QRN4Fg6i8j_dMQObbe98=w320-h213" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 572px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="229" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/FBQ-lpR_zq_lr0kG4kk1ytGnUBahxjLZKSNAi0TwWbJxi79SvHPa18dWtMRKRtflnoyXDLhCr8Ahmbebg0loKXORbWXJtygA9V5qDKHJ-BwB06_HkkvmmUcdjqG7QCvfXSAFmPpj=w320-h229" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> came out of the darkness we were hiding in. Surprisingly enough, no one questioned it. After that meeting, the darkness took control of Michael causing her to kill some people in the house, except for my wolf. It also put others in trances, again except for my wolf. My wolf killed her and the cleanups began. We revived the dead with the machine I invented and the others immediately came out of trances once she was killed. It took days for everything to begin to get back to normal. In that time period it was so stressing. In that time, we werewolves began a close friend group. I was convinced there would never be peace again, so I jumped at the slightest movement or noise… After a few months, I got better and began to adjust to the peace. And in the beginning of a new life I became the leader of both worlds and a guardian to all.</span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa, cursive; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 463px; overflow: hidden; width: 800px;"><img height="185" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/BI0B08toG6PBKjMTjmbXWq_VV4rqRy6Q3Rr56O6lQbEkDAZz8nwp1nKTK4CeGZrW32osunQnO-iwu_SBgM6rfzM0b6LcMo6m63I4WJvb5gyiVU91fbd1__Nqwn5Tf5dB84JLDWin=w320-h185" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="320" /></span></span></h2></span>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-62336583687061623962021-08-11T21:43:00.002-04:002021-08-11T21:43:31.408-04:00Bigfoot is real and I need someone to believe me (The Bigfoot Trials Part 1)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mzejHiRqDwDE5-jnD0WEpHuH7uN1wBvbCP0d6hx8PDpaso6tnmBGvdNcTMC7msUQ8BcHrkd5ZFjfaLMsSKzek-kYyzJcDM-hjr2QOBi0A2CQRRrC9rdv7u4rh0_Ka-3kdJKHY1sm_uo/s1140/886EAFFA-2CD5-455E-A15B-B93AA2B5DDB3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="1140" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mzejHiRqDwDE5-jnD0WEpHuH7uN1wBvbCP0d6hx8PDpaso6tnmBGvdNcTMC7msUQ8BcHrkd5ZFjfaLMsSKzek-kYyzJcDM-hjr2QOBi0A2CQRRrC9rdv7u4rh0_Ka-3kdJKHY1sm_uo/w640-h360/886EAFFA-2CD5-455E-A15B-B93AA2B5DDB3.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I saw bigfoot for real, and it’s so much worse than any of the old Cryptid stories you’ve ever heard. Also, I thought it would be easy to find someone who would believe me. Like a scientist or someone from the government or something. Oh, I found people who believe me alright, and those people are nuts. So now I need to find a SANE person to believe me so we can deal with this bigfoot disaster… And, I also need help with the psycho I attracted while trying to find someone to believe me…</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me backup. I guess if you’re going to believe me, you need to hear it all. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I mean, I guess the official point this all started would be when I landed in Washington state. But, I keep thinking about this one weird thing. This one stupid thing that happened. I used to think there was no meaning and connection to random life events, but my memory is stuck on this and now I’m not so sure…</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, here’s how it started. The pandemic struck. I think we can all mostly agree that it was about the weirdest thing that has ever happened in our lifetimes, right? But maybe my problem was that my life was already mostly weird. Even before all that happened and shut down the world… Stopped time… Turned everything back and down… I was already untethered. I don’t know how to explain it really. I guess it’s pretty regular for young people to drift. But I think you’d say I drifted more than most. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’d only been a legal adult for a couple years and had entered adulthood with the strange perspective of being utterly alone and suddenly receiving a crap ton of money. My whole family was dead but apparently they had money, which was left to me upon my 18th birthday. I wasn’t being stupid with the money, but I also didn’t exactly know what I was supposed to be doing with it either, seeing as how I grew up in the system and had no family or mentors to speak of. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That’s why I drift.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Anyhow, right before the pandemic, I’d already been feeling that familiar pull of it being time to move on. I was living in a bland little apartment in a complex in Ohio, working a cashier job in a gas station. Nothing was particularly thrilling about life. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Therefore, when widespread lockdowns started happening around the United States and the world, my wild spirit really queued up. I immediately quit my job. Actually, I didn’t officially quit. I just didn’t go back, and when they called me, I blocked their number. I was apparently, “essential,” but at $8.50 an hour, I didn’t feel all that essential, and besides, I was already rich. There probably weren’t a lot of rich people riding out the pandemic behind the register of a Seven Eleven, but that’s just a guess. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The day I quit my job, I went for a hike. There was a small forest near my apartment complex. I’m not THAT much of a nature buff, so I had not thought to explore the forest before. Nor was the town I was roosting in at the time particularly nice or safe, so it hadn’t occurred to me to go traipsing about the woods. But for some reason, that day I did. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The forest was apparently fairly well traveled as it was sadly littered with a lot of empty beer bottles and other various discarded garbage of garbage people who treat the earth like a garbage can. It was so distracting that I couldn’t really even focus on the pretty setting because it was so defiled by trash. That’s probably why I spotted it. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was mostly hidden, nestled among some rotting leaves at the base of a tree. It was a small doll, made out of twigs, dried grass, and leaves; bound together with hemp. Something about the thing drew me to it, and I stooped down and swept it up. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not going to lie, it looked like a straight up voodoo doll. I don’t know what possessed me to pick the thing up, but I did. Most people probably have the good sense to not pick up strange forest voodoo dolls, but like I said, it was a weird dang time, so I did.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then, I did the next dumb thing. I carried that thing home, and once there, I snapped a picture of it, and I posted it in a Facebook group I belong to called, “Hippity Hoppity I am now the fae’s property.” I added the caption, “Thoughts on this? Found it while hiking.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now in case you’re not hip to the lingo, fae is a word describing fairy folk. Posting in the fairy group about the strange forest voodoo doll is where things officially started getting weird. I know, shocking, right?</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who would anticipate that posting this in a Facebook group dedicated to fairies would turn out to be some sort of militant uprising of Pagans and other various forest creatures? I certainly didn’t. But that’s basically what happened. I made that post, and it BLEW UP. And not in a good way. It blew up because every Zennial on all of the interwebs lit into me about picking up someone else’s spell thingy, or ritual something or other. Everyone was CONVINCED that I had destroyed some poor magical fairy’s life or something because I just bumbled in and screwed up some sort of magical working that was neither within my knowledge nor my business. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There were thousands, and I mean THOUSANDS of comments stacking up on this post. They raged out at me, then they broke out in virtual fist fights with one another as they argued about the nature of the ritual I’d messed up, or the type of person/entity/magical creature had been conducting said ritual. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then the messages started rolling in. Literal hate mail and death threats over this. Why didn’t you delete the post, you ask? Well, heck I don’t know. Looking back, deleting the post actually seems like the best course of action. Also, I should’ve taken that little voodoo doll back to the woods and yeeted it back to where it came from.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, I didn’t. It was like a train wreck. I wanted to look away, I really did. But I just couldn’t. Plus, it kept my mind occupied while the world around me seemed to totally come undone. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Anyway, it turns out some people get REALLY mad about magical practices and the inner workings of fairy life. That’s how I got my first stalker. It was a guy on Facebook with crazy long dreads, black eye makeup that sort of just made him look dirty, big gauges and all sorts of face piercings. Honestly, he was the type of person I would normally find interesting looking and be drawn to. Except in this particular instance, he was in my inbox calling me vile names and threatening me in very vulgar, no uncertain terms, detailing the ways that I should die and he would delight in making it happen. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was so hard to believe and surreal that this was happening in a group about fairies because of a post about goodies from the forest. Why were murdery people even IN that group? Did the admins know? </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I blocked the guy, and the group moderators eventually “turned off commenting” on the insanely controversial forest doll post. The hullabaloo died off, but I kept that doll. And, crazy as all those people had sounded, maybe they were right. Maybe I messed something up by picking up that dirty little thing made of dry, brittle, dead things.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By the time two weeks went by, I had all but forgotten about the incident in Hippity Hoppity. However, I had also contracted Covid 19. Don’t ask me how, since I never left my apartment and had absolutely no one in my life. But, it happened. And I’ll be honest, it was pretty bad. I did end up hospitalized. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fortunately, although it did get a little dicey, I bounced back pretty quickly in the hospital. Trying to sleep in a hospital would suck even if nothing was wrong with you. But, something is always wrong in the hospital, so it’s next to impossible. Between feeling horrible, endless beeping, the whir of medical machines, voices and footsteps perpetually outside your door, and a stream of nurses and doctors in and out, there’s just no way to rest there. Which is why on my last night there, my eyes fluttered open, and I caught him standing there. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I gasped and scrambled up in my bed, trying to squirm away from the man. I could instantly see he was not hospital staff of any sort. He was small and dressed in a black suit. He wore a white button down with one of those old fashioned skinny black ties, as well as a bowler hat. I’d seen them in movies; never in honest to goodness real life. He carried a leather satchel like some sort of old timey doctor bag, and had a neatly trimmed mustache above a small impish smile. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I apologize for frightening you, miss,” the man said in a strangely childlike voice. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice quickly working toward a shout. My eyes darted between him and the call button that I could reach if I stretched my arm around him. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The man gave a tiny bow. “I am Mr. Jones. We are delighted to see your speedy recovery. Now that you’re on the mend, you are invited to participate in vaccine trials for a Covid 19 vaccine. Trials will begin shortly.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I stared at him, and he stared at me, still with the small smile. Now that my initial panic was subsiding, the groggy hospital fog was settling back over my mind. I glanced at my bedside clock. It was 3 am. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the time I was thinking, sure, I guess it makes sense they’d try to drum up participants for that at a hospital. Also, I was half crazy by that time with a desire to get away or do something ANYTHING different. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh, OK,” I replied. “What all does it involve?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The man moved with prim and precise motions, opening his satchel and withdrawing a small rectangle of paper, which he handed to me. It said:</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mr. Adams</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><a><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">mr.adams@gmail.com</span></a></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank you for your interest. As soon as you are able, please email Mr. Adams for details. Have a nice evening,” he said, smiling bigger and showing little tic tac teeth. Before I could say another word, he turned and left.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next day, I tested negative and was released from the hospital to self quarantine for 14 days until I would be tested again so I could be released from quarantine. The first thing I did when I got home was to email Mr. Adams. I know, if you’re reading this still, you are thinking I am just the DUMBEST person. But just remember how frantic and pent up you felt in the beginning of the pandemic, and remember I already felt that way anyway!!! So, I guess that basically fueled all the dumb stuff I did. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I soon heard back from Mr. Adams and discovered the trials would involve weekly trips to a facility in Seattle, Washington. Numerous injections. Constant tests, a couple sleep studies even, just a whole bunch of stuff. I was asked if I had the ability to get to Seattle, Washington on a weekly basis. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now, one would probably get some alarm bells at this point, if alarm bells had not already gone off, over the fact that some rando was mining for people willing to cross the country to submit to experimental risky testing. Why would he not be looking close to him? Certainly there would be trials happening all over the country, why would I agree to go so far?</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">*sigh* I’m getting a headache. Please don’t stop reading after I tell you what I was thinking. You’re going to be so mad. But, I didn’t have alarm bells. What I had was a thrill of excitement that I could pick up and move to Forks, the setting of the Twilight Saga. Also, home of a really cool artist I follow on Instagram. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I didn’t even finish reading the whole email he sent with the details of the program before I googled how far Forks was from Seattle. It was like four hours, according to google, so I thought that was totally doable once a week and didn’t really need to hear anymore…</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">*eye roll*</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next two weeks zipped by in a whirlwind between emailing back and forth with Mr. Adams, and making arrangements for my trip. I rented a little cottage on the outskirts of Forks, sight unseen. I wrapped up things with my Ohio apartment, and I waited for the two week quarantine to go by. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the day I tested negative again, I walked from the hospital where I took the test, to a nearby used car dealership. I bought a used Ford Fusion with cash, and then I hit the road. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckCJ3fh64BFB4wd5LR0zkeJ3ZS3PzZeEsEEvcfoZ6fL132SCvCEZxalxz6I7naRHw8QFNOeQbpQoCadBcuWQrIZbzq4Y-LM6GXyg3CLRWbkckyrLfyropahAT5yJq1A-fegUgG_ajjMs/s2048/2E165273-53AB-4E59-9B9A-B9E2C3F598AB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckCJ3fh64BFB4wd5LR0zkeJ3ZS3PzZeEsEEvcfoZ6fL132SCvCEZxalxz6I7naRHw8QFNOeQbpQoCadBcuWQrIZbzq4Y-LM6GXyg3CLRWbkckyrLfyropahAT5yJq1A-fegUgG_ajjMs/s320/2E165273-53AB-4E59-9B9A-B9E2C3F598AB.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><br />I will say this about all the dumb choices I made. The air is different in Forks, Washington, just like you’d imagine it if you’re a Twilight fan. Despite everything that has happened, I don’t regret coming here. I hope I can stay, if… Everything works out. <p></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My little cottage was the most perfect place ever. So perfect, I thought about posting IT in Hippity Hoppity, but I was still a little hacked off at the fairy folk of Facebook. It was perched on the edge of a forest. And not a tiny, man made, littered forest like the one next to my old place. A vast expanse of nature in its wildest sense. At night, noises that were actually terrifying came out of the forest, and I thought how cool it was to finally get a real taste of how powerful nature can truly be. I figured it was probably just bears, or maybe werewolves! And if it was werewolves, I knew they were just out hunting vampires and wouldn’t bother me. Within a few nights, I didn’t even notice the roaring shrieks from the woods that came after the sunset. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thus far in this story, I have yet to meet Mr. Adams in person, and I don’t know if I ever will even if I end up living past today. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, the place I had been directed by him to go to for my first day of trials was a surprisingly large and modern institute. Given that my only reference so far of this whole experience was a strange little Men in Black sort of man and another mysterious character who l only knew through email, the institute wasn’t what I expected. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Inside its lofty metal walls was a little more on brand though. Cold and dimly lit, it was populated with a staff of nurses wearing uniforms so old fashioned it almost seemed like everyone was dressed up for Halloween. Yes, I know, this would’ve been YET ANOTHER ideal time to do the dip. But I was into it. I thought it was all very retro and cool. Maybe if I can learn to be less extra in my life, I won’t get myself into these situations. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My first three weeks of visits there went relatively easily and the people who worked there were actually very nice. At home in Forks, I grew more and more in love with the place. I got a dog, and I even made friends with a neighbor up my road while walking the dog. I suffered absolutely no ill effects from anything I’d yet endured in the trials, and I’d actually begun to feel pretty good about the prospect of really helping a lot of people. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The forth weekly visit to the institute was different. It was going to be the first sleep study, so I was staying all night. I’d been briefed on what to expect and I’d heard of others having these before. When I arrived, everything went basically as I would’ve expected. Nice nurses talked to me and stuck all sorts of electrodes on me and then tucked me safely into a hospital bed that was sort of half heartedly made to not look like a hospital bed. For this particular study, I had been allowed to use a sleep aid. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, the lights went out, and I soon fell fast asleep. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A roar woke me up. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I lurched up in the bed, my deeply sleeping mind jerked instantly into a confused awareness. It was unearthly silent. So silent that it struck me as weird, since my recent hospital experience had me conditioned to the sounds. My heart hammered and I mentally willed myself to… Hear harder? I knew I’d heard something, but not what it was. So, I waited for it to come again.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just as I was about to settle back into my bed figuring I’d imagined it after all… It finally came again. A roar more terrible than anything I’d heard before in my life, but with a dark familiarity. I sucked in such a quick breath that I choked on it. It was a horrible sound, and part of what made it so horrible was that it did not belong there in the institute. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I looked around the small room I was in, uncertain exactly how this worked. Were there cameras in here? Was I being watched? Would these electrodes somehow alert someone if I got out of bed? </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I decided, I didn’t care. I absolutely had to know what made that noise. I had to. I know, I have now become every person in every horror movie ever who has to investigate the noise, like an idiot, but… Here we are. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I stole out of bed and out into the hall. Looking left and right, I found the long corridor utterly empty and mostly dark. There was an intermittent blue glow coming from beneath a door here and there along the hallway, probably from the medical machines behind the doors. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I scampered off in the direction that I thought the horrible roar had come from. I heard it again, closer this time, and I knew I was going the right direction. I heard it one more time as I rounded the corner into another corridor, and I followed it right up to a big metal door that had one small square window in it. The window was black. I had to stretch on my tiptoe to peek into it. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That’s when it bashed into the glass. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I screamed and blasted my body backward with the momentum of unadulterated horror. I slammed into the wall on the other side of the hallway, hit it so hard that I bounced and fell to the floor. Operating under the influence of a violent rush of adrenaline, I instantly scrambled back to my feet and turned and sprinted back the way I’d come, screaming my fool head off. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In a blind terror, I ended up crashing into the outstretched arms of an orderly and a nurse. They shushed me and stroked my hair, attempting to calm me down.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“WE HAVE TO GO WE HAVE TO GO THERE’S… IT’S… THERE’S A MONSTER IN HERE!” I shrieked. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A couple more employees surfaced and joined in trying to calm me down, and eventually I did stop screaming. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They tried to convince me I’d been dreaming. Or that perhaps I’d seen one of their more unusual patients. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What a laugh. Patient. I’d only seen it for a split second, but I’d seen it clearly. That was no patient. It was bigfoot… Except… Different. I know, there are no actual credentials for how bigfoot looks since we formerly knew him to be, you know… IMAGINARY! But he didn’t look right. His giant body looked as you’d expect. Huge, muscular, and covered in long brown dirty hair. And his face actually looked about like all the urban legends we’ve all heard too. Except for the glowing green eyes. And the peeling skin, goo dripping teeth, and deathly shriek. He was a bigfoot, and a ZOMBIE. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The institute staff finally convinced me to get back into bed. I didn’t really feel like I had much other choice. If I left, I couldn’t drive right now because of the sleeping pills. And I had come here for the institute. I had made it my entire life. I couldn’t imagine staying in a building with that monster, but they swore to me that I was safe. And I also couldn’t imagine walking away from the institute. The institute was turning me into a person who was special. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And, the pounding and the roaring had fallen quiet since the staff members had embraced me. So, I got back in the bed. I went back to sleep. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next morning, the technician told me he’d heard about my “nightmare,” and explained sleep aides will sometimes do that to people. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I went along with him, but it wasn’t a nightmare and I knew it. I watched his face while he removed my electrodes and made various notes on a clipboard. His expression was pleasant and relaxed, but something told me he knew it wasn’t a nightmare too. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I got out of there as quickly as humanly possible. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was a nervous wreck driving back to Forks. I felt moderately better when I got home, but still promptly disappeared into a wormhole of googling bigfoot and supposed sightings. I spent the entire day on my laptop reading scads of articles that sounded like complete bull crap. Lunacy. The ramblings of crazy people. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I joined six online organizations, emailed thirteen article writers, and asked to join eight different bigfoot Facebook groups. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOApmjqjfdX0Ovd-2FrNwrg5MvOlTaoSjqplxcURifi1seZSIYJjtegxUVE-hTDKrmBzVOOODNPNy7mJBn6tRpw-5DRBXhGpu_M7FX6xT_dqOSwSMyU8ZcHpsJ63P66zBxLc5flRyfSw/s960/E5D18E66-BBE7-4EAE-8E26-A13CDC10BF36.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="696" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOApmjqjfdX0Ovd-2FrNwrg5MvOlTaoSjqplxcURifi1seZSIYJjtegxUVE-hTDKrmBzVOOODNPNy7mJBn6tRpw-5DRBXhGpu_M7FX6xT_dqOSwSMyU8ZcHpsJ63P66zBxLc5flRyfSw/s320/E5D18E66-BBE7-4EAE-8E26-A13CDC10BF36.jpeg" width="232" /></a></div><br />By the time night time came around again, I was jacked up on coffee and conspiracy theories, and for the first time in weeks, I noticed the sounds from the forest again. The ones that had scared me the first few nights and then I’d gotten used to them.<p></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They jumped out at me once again because they sounded familiar. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They sounded like the roars I’d heard at the institute. Just like them. Except for, not confined to a metal room. Free, and protected by the veil of the night. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I put down my laptop and drifted to the window, staring out into the blackness. The roars bounced around in the dense forest like a choir of nightmares.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Over the next couple days, I discovered that everyone in the online groups and forums regarding bigfoot are crazy. Nutters. They all thought they saw bigfoot, but they didn’t, they just wanted attention. They just wanted to belong to a community of fellow nutters. I saw bigfoot. And bigfoot is a monster. He’s out there. His family is out there.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And there is no way we are safe. Not me. Not you. NOBODY.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I had a few more days before I was due back to the institute. I didn’t want to not go, but I also wasn’t about to go back to the building where one of those things was. Although, how much more dangerous could they be locked up in a cage than running free in the woods? I had to figure this out before I went back there.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the first time in weeks, I thought of the group of fairy experts in Hippity Hoppity. Look, clearly those people are their own variety of nuts, to be sure. But listen, they knew what they were talking about. I’d formerly thought it was nuts to believe that fairies were real, and they talked about fairies like they were just an everyday natural occurrence that everyone knew about. But hadn’t I also thought bigfoot was fake too, and look how wrong I was. So I took my query to Hippity Hoppity. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes, I did get a quick and steady flow of more of the same type of nuts that I’d already encountered. But then I got a message from Harold. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harold, in his profile picture, looked like a bland, retired home economics teacher with a sky blue polo, a comb over, and bent gold glasses. In the message he sent me, he cut straight to the chase by PRECISELY describing the creature I’d seen at the institute AND he knew they were loose in the wild and came out at night. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harold was speaking my language.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Something about him made me believe in him. It made me believe he was exactly the person I needed to connect with, and made me accept his friend request. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yesterday, Harold and I discovered we are only about an hour away from each other and we agreed to meet up at a diner in Forks. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Which brings me to where I am right now, in the bathroom, at the diner in Forks. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I saw “Harold” walk in and I fled to the bathroom, which was closer to me than the exit. I knew as soon as I saw him that Harold as I knew him didn’t exist, but I sure knew this guy that was walking in. Well, in a way I did. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was a guy with crazy long dreads, black eye makeup that sort of just made him look dirty, big gauges and all sorts of face piercings. Honestly, he was the type of person I would normally find interesting looking and be drawn to. Except in this particular instance, he was the guy who had been in my Facebook inbox calling me vile names and threatening me in very vulgar, no uncertain terms, detailing the ways that I should die and he would delight in making it happen. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, that’s what brings me to this moment right now. Cowering in a dingy bathroom stall. I basically want to confront him. I mean, we’re in a public place so I’d be safe, right? Well, as safe as a person gets when her home is surrounded by murderous zombie bigfoot creatures. But, as you can clearly see, I’ve done literally every possible thing wrong that I could do wrong. I do not know how to make wise choices, obviously. What am I even DOING HERE? Here in this stall, here in this town, here in this godforsaken TRIAL??? </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You tell me what to do. I need help. And I need it right now. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGoJeip2gqhQawuQJFnufPx2W653buCOVzM6Zy0RvFeC_gfXCARorQN0_bVpPGRqd-oEB3Yj5LSHJh-i3TvnMi9TXouOARpyBF0h-6dwk8sO2FZ5LiPCA9Ol9JTlhtLPPKZPrAzSlXPKg/s1200/524101A7-2909-47D9-B832-0ACC48AD3BBC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="1200" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGoJeip2gqhQawuQJFnufPx2W653buCOVzM6Zy0RvFeC_gfXCARorQN0_bVpPGRqd-oEB3Yj5LSHJh-i3TvnMi9TXouOARpyBF0h-6dwk8sO2FZ5LiPCA9Ol9JTlhtLPPKZPrAzSlXPKg/w640-h406/524101A7-2909-47D9-B832-0ACC48AD3BBC.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-45727517844454141462021-07-30T00:12:00.003-04:002021-07-30T12:37:15.173-04:00The Wicked Tree in the Waste<p> This terrifying tale was written in collaboration with one of my <a href="https://outschool.com/classes/story-makers-club-creative-writing-club-for-scary-stories-Lm2hg7OI?sectionUid=1f6cfeb8-fca6-482b-949e-4e618f64b1ae" target="_blank">creative writing classes! </a>The authors who contributed to this ghost story are Sarah Anne, Quinn, Anna, Lily, and Yeseo. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/R1O6hJBnOxk" width="320" youtube-src-id="R1O6hJBnOxk"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAQ0ovaKJyUy_d360XGjNRlPvKvKjPwkEDaU__CN_ZJoWoqI-TMrKede9XW9yugnJI85WguzWquOoTt1SDE3EPQU_w9smiRGB_CZFE2H73b7OlR1Pya2P9jelrPv19ZOSRtWo6D7fzKI/s2048/9416EDBD-EEC6-40AE-9F18-083B30C37E86.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1583" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAQ0ovaKJyUy_d360XGjNRlPvKvKjPwkEDaU__CN_ZJoWoqI-TMrKede9XW9yugnJI85WguzWquOoTt1SDE3EPQU_w9smiRGB_CZFE2H73b7OlR1Pya2P9jelrPv19ZOSRtWo6D7fzKI/w309-h400/9416EDBD-EEC6-40AE-9F18-083B30C37E86.jpeg" width="309" /></a></div><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-806278d1-7fff-dbc7-c41c-6a3cbbd80461" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn woke early, before their father or sister Quinn had awoke. They decided this would be a prime opportunity to sneak down to the kitchen and hopefully find some biscuits with butter and jelly to eat, instead of the usual bland oatmeal that Dad normally provided. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They made way out of their tiny bedroom, down the dark hall, and then down the worn steps; careful to avoid the creaky spots. The slumbering cottage was full of richly papered walls, artifacts from a bygone era like brass candelabras and tin type photos in gilded frames. Despite it’s beauty though, it was also a tiny cottage, cramped by the hoard of collections, the three people who resided there, a host of pets, and not to mention the house spiders and their webs. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nonetheless, Robyn loved their home fiercely, and often embraced the old fashioned charm of the place by dressing in clothes and night things from days long gone. That night, they had chosen a long white nightgown, with lace trimmings and a high neck collar. Robyn looked like a person straight out of a gothic novel, and they loved the feel of the gown as it swished and whispered while they made the brief journey to the kitchen. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once in the kitchen, Robyn quickly and quietly assembled the things they needed to prepare the secret breakfast. It was when they were standing by the counter and the small kitchen window, under the ghostly light of the moon, about to take their first delicious bite, when their father screamed. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn whirled around, their jelly slathered biscuit falling with a splat onto the kitchen’s stone floor. “DAD! ARE YOU OK?” Robyn screeched. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad stood leaning one hand heavily on a kitchen chair, and the other hand covering his heart. He sucked in deep breaths of air as though he were having a hard time breathing. Robyn’s own heart picked up the pace at the sight. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad waved as if to shoo Robyn away. “It’s fine, I’m fine, I thought you were a ghost in that getup.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The two stared at each other for a moment, and then Robyn burst out laughing. “Sorry?” They said skeptically. “I didn’t even think you believed in ghosts.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I don’t,” Dad replied. “That’s why it scared me so bad.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The two shared a laugh and then Dad gently chastised Robyn for sneaking sweets first thing in the morning. Together, they prepared the oatmeal and then Robyn went back upstairs to wake their little sister, Quinn.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Later that day, while Dad was gone at work, a storm whipped up out of nowhere. Quinn and Robyn went to the window after they heard the first violent crack of lightning and thunder. The limbs and leaves of the trees of the forest surrounding their cottage danced in a devilish frenzy, tossing in a frightening wind. The old bones of their house creaked and the house itself seemed to sway with the force of the wind. The dogs and cats paced and whimpered nervously. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh no,” Quinn worried aloud. “I hope Dad doesn’t get caught in this.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn glanced at their watch. “It’s not time for Dad to come home yet, so he should still be safely at work.” They stared out into the wild forest, and then down at their little sister, whose face was drawn into worry. “Don’t worry, Quinn, it’s just a storm. It will be OK!”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, the thing was, it wasn’t really OK. And it wouldn’t be long until they realized how very NOT OK it was going to get. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The storm wore on and grew in intensity until Robyn admitted they should go to the storm cellar beneath the cottage. Quinn began to cry and Robyn hugged her trying to reassure her, even though they did not feel the least bit sure of things themself.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Come on, we have to be brave for just a second, and then we’ll be safe down in the cellar!” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The entrance to the storm cellar was on the outside of the house, along the side. They would need to run out into the storm to get to safety. But, above the trees, Robyn could see terrible and dark clouds funneling, and they knew they had to get their sister somewhere safer. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Together, the siblings darted out the front door. Robyn lost their grip on the door and it crashed into the side of the house. “JUST LEAVE IT,” Robyn called, having to shout to be heard over the fury of the storm. They dashed through the pelting rain, around the corner of their house and to the old cellar doors. Robyn grabbed the metal doors and yanked them open. They ushered their sister inside and pulled the doors shut behind them. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They carefully made their way down the crumbling stone stairs into the dank cellar beneath the house. Quinn cried and clung to Robyn, who flailed around in the dark searching for the pull string to turn on the light. When they found it, dim dirty light filled the musty room. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quinn calmed somewhat with the lights on and Robyn peered around the room. They hadn’t been in it since they were a young child, and it seemed smaller than they remembered. The floor was dirt, and the room had the wet smell of things that are decrepit. Despite the earth floor and the stone walls, they could still hear the storm raging above, and vicious wind whistled in between the metal cellar doors. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad must’ve been using the old cellar for storage, as some furnishings stood around, awkwardly placed. They were covered in sheets and hulked like the ghosts of monsters. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But there were two pieces that were uncovered. They were mirrors, propped on the floor and leaning against the stony walls. The mirrors were side by side and identical with fantastical golden frames. They stood as tall as Robyn.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn and Quinn wandered in front of the mirrors, as if drawn to them by some invisible magnet. They stood side by side and peered into the mirrors. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are these ours?” Quinn wondered aloud.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn vaguely recalled seeing the mirrors at some other time in the distant past, but they had forgotten them up until that moment. “I don’t think so,” Robyn replied. “I think they just came with the house. Sometimes people leave things behind when they go.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quinn smiled into her reflection in the mirror. Robyn gazed down at her and thought there was something odd about the look in their little sister’s eyes. “I like them,” Quinn said. “They’re pretty.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A shiver ran up Robyn’s spine. “Yeah? I think they’re creepy.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The siblings pulled a dusty sheet from an old shelf and made themselves a place to sit down on the floor. They exchanged ghost stories and jokes to pass the time and finally the storm sounded as though it was waning up above. They heard a rumble of thunder that seemed distant and much more subdued than the furious strikes they’d listened to all afternoon. Robyn stood up.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Looks like there won’t be a tornado,” they said, offering Quinn a hand and helping her stand too. “I think it’s safe to go up.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As if on cue, one last clap of thunder, monstrous and sharp like a gunshot, rang out above. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn and Quinn nearly leapt out of their skin as the two big mirrors across the cellar fell forward and crashed into the floor.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After the thunder clap and the shattering glass, a bottomless silence sank over the cellar. Then, Quinn darted forward toward the fallen mirrors and shards of broken glass. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Don’t touch it!” Robyn gasped. Quinn stopped short of reaching down to grab one of the pieces of glass. She straightened. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Why not?” She asked.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn stepped forward to pull Quinn away from the glass. “Because, silly, it will hurt you! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with broken glass?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quinn stared down at the broken glass and Robyn noticed the same weird pale look on her face that they’d seen earlier. “Shouldn’t we clean it up?” Quinn asked. Her small voice was nearly a whisper. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Nah, it’s OK. Dad wouldn’t want us to mess with it. We’ll tell him about it. He’ll get it later.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn practically had to drag Quinn out of the cellar because she was so mesmerized by the broken glass. As though it had somehow cast a spell on her. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Unfortunately, the two siblings both forgot all about telling their dad to clean up the glass…</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just as Robyn and Quinn emerged from the cellar, their dad was careening into the driveway. He leapt from his car as they rounded the corner of their house and flew up to them, sweeping them into his arms.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’ve been so worried, I’ve been calling you for hours!” He cried.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh, sorry,” Robyn said, returning Dad’s hug. “We decided to go into the storm cellar.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad smiled. “Oh, well… Great. That’s very responsible of you. I was going to tell you to go to the cellar!” He peered up at the sky overhead, which had settled down significantly, but still looked ominous. “Looks like the worst has passed. I’m going to go out to the barn and check on the animals, you want to come with?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn nodded and agreed. Quinn informed that she was starving and was going to go in the house and get a snack. Together, Robyn and Dad meandered to the barn.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Unfortunately, inside the barn was a terrible surprise. Robyn instantly began to cry and dropped to their knees when they saw it. Dad choked on his own breath and moved to block Robyn’s view of the stall. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The stall where their horse, Champ, was very much no longer living.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“DAD!” Robyn shrieked. “Dad, what happened? How did this happen?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad dropped down and pulled Robyn into a fierce hug. He cradled them against him and quietly attempted to sooth them, though he was having difficulty keeping it together himself. Though he was preventing Robyn from seeing the horrific sight, he knew they had already glimpsed it and would never be able to escape the memory.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The horse’s limbs and head remained intact, while the rest of him was a mass of bloody, oozing gristle.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With his mind spinning while trying to stay calm for Robyn’s sake, Dad glanced all around the barn looking for some sort of sign of what had happened. He’d just been in the barn before he’d left for work and Champ had been fine. He couldn’t imagine how this had happened, other than possibly a lightning strike. But, this certainly wasn’t what he’d imagine the victim of a lightning strike looking like, and there was no indication of a hole, or burn marks of any kind where lightning would have needed to penetrate the barn to reach the horse. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad scrambled to his feet and dragged Robyn by the hand out of the barn, all the while clamping his hand over their eyes. They cried and stumbled but gratefully followed their dad to escape the nightmare in the barn. Outside once again, they both gulped in big breaths of fresh air. A fairly calm and collected person in general, Robyn managed to calm down fairly quickly. Their dad gave them massive hugs and stroked their hair comfortingly. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Listen, I don’t think we should tell your sister about this,” Dad said.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn nodded. “Yeah, I agree.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m going to make some calls and take care of it, and then when we’re ready, we’ll tell her he passed away from natural causes.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn felt the sting of tears again, but nodded their agreement. They turned to return to the house and let their dad do whatever he had to do alone.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn was still deeply sad by the time the family met at the breakfast table. They could tell their dad had likely suffered a sleepless night as well from his pale face and shadowy eyes. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once everyone was seated and had told one another good morning, Dad looked at Robyn. “Hey, kiddo,” he said. “You got me good with your ghostly nightgown yesterday morning, but give it a rest tonight, OK? I need to get rest before work, this is going to be a long day now.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn frowned and cocked their head to the side. “Huh?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad frowned. “The whispering? I mean geeze, you must be exhausted too, staying up all night to try and scare me again!”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn stared at him, genuinely perplexed. For one thing, they had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. And why would he think they would be in the mood for pranks after what had happened in the barn yesterday? But they of course couldn’t say that because Quinn was sitting right there, and they still had not revealed the news about Champ. He also stared back at Robyn and could clearly see they had no idea what he was talking about. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He turned his attention to Quinn. “Was it you, Quinn? Whispering all night?” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn looked at their little sister for the first time since coming to the table and suddenly recognized the same weird dazed look in her eye that she’d had yesterday while looking into the mirror. “No, Daddy. Wasn’t me!” Quinn said in an oddly chipper voice. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad looked back and forth between the siblings. He gave a confused frown. “Did you not hear the whispering?” He asked. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn shook their head. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quinn also shook her head, but she wore a mischievous smile as though she were fibbing. It was Robyn’s turn to give a confused frown. It wouldn’t necessarily be out of the realm of possibility for Quinn to play a prank, and she was acting sort of guilty. But the thing was, the bedrooms upstairs were all tiny and packed tightly together, Robyn didn’t understand how their dad would supposedly hear whispering all night but Robyn heard nothing. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad shrugged. “Huh, well, I apologize. Maybe I’m going crazy.” His face broke into a smile. “Or maaaaybe it was ghosts,” he said dramatically. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quinn laughed much harder than the joke warranted. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I thought you didn’t believe in that sort of thing,” Robyn said, feeling deja vus. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad chuckled. “I don’t. I’m just kidding.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The following morning, Dad complained of being kept awake by whispers again, and was quite a bit less patient about the situation. Robyn was even more confused, and Quinn acted even stranger. In fact, Quinn had been acting progressively more weird with each passing minute. She was over the top perky and hyper. Almost like she was pretending to be happy… Like she was… Hiding something. While they’d worked on their homeschool work the day before, her attention had kept drifting off into space. As if there were someone else in the room she was listening to. It had gotten so frustrating that Robyn had eventually called it quits early for the day and gone off to their own room to listen to music and be alone. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And now Dad was claiming there was disruptive whispering going on at night and once again, Robyn had heard nothing. All the same, sleep had failed to find them. No whispers had disturbed their sleep, but nightmares of Champ had. So Dad and Robyn were both quite grouchy, while Quinn just stared at them, smiling impossibly broadly as though there were a funny secret only she knew. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was a slight squabble as Robyn attempted to convince Dad that they really didn’t know what he was talking about and eventually, Dad left for work still frustrated. Robyn questioned Quinn, basically demanding that she admit her tomfoolery and cut it out. But Quinn just smiled mysteriously. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You didn’t hear the whispers?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No!” Robyn grumbled. “What whispers? So it was you?” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No,” Quinn giggled. “It was Sarah Anne. She’s so silly.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn froze. It seemed like the blood rushed to their head. “What are you talking about?” Robyn asked in a very quiet voice. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh you’ll see,” Quinn said. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Who is Sarah Anne?” Robyn demanded. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quinn grinned. “Oh… You’ll see…”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was likely little girl nonsense that Robyn was facing, but all the sudden, their blood ran cold. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn’s sadness over the family horse had grown so deep, that they didn’t even feel like working on schoolwork at all. By that afternoon, another storm had rolled in, this time mostly rain. Robyn laid on the couch mindlessly staring at the TV. Quinn had opted to work alone in the kitchen on her schoolwork. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A couple times Robyn heard peels of Quinn’s laughter ring out from the kitchen. They thought it a bit strange, but barely paid attention. Their sadness was so heavy that it was like a weight holding them down and preventing them from really latching onto a thought. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But then, Quinn called out. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Rooooobyn,” Quinn said in an odd sing-song voice. “Sarah Anne is ready to introduce herself!”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn sat bolt upright on the couch, finally snatched from their reverie of depression. They scrambled off the couch and raced to the kitchen. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Only to stop dead in their tracks. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn’s jaw dropped and they gasped as they stared around the kitchen. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Every single plate, plant, napkin, Quinn’s school books, bric a brac and decorations… All of it was suspended in midair. Everything hovered several feet above whatever surface it had originally rested on. Their sister was seated at the table with a room full of levitating objects all around her. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She wore the biggest grin and had crazy eyes. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What is happening?” Robyn whispered. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This is Sarah Anne,” Quinn quipped, still smiling so wide it must’ve hurt her face. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Who?” Robyn said, feeling like crying. “Who is?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just then, there was a rush of air in the room; a sound as though something giant had taken a deep breath. All the objects in the air jerked upwards and then fell fast, back down to the counters, the table, and the floor. Quinn laughed maniacally as dishes and decor shattered all around, and knives and silver clinked. Robyn ducked and covered their head with their arms. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When everything had fallen, and the kitchen was littered with ruined debris, Robyn gaped at their little sister. “What just happened?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That was Sarah Anne!” Quinn chirped. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Their little sister’s smile was beginning to irritate Robyn. “There’s no one here, Quinn!” Robyn spat. “Our whole kitchen is wrecked. What just happened?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the first time in two days, Robyn saw Quinn’s exaggerated grin falter. “It was Sarah Anne,” Quinn said again. This time her voice was quieter and not so happy. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It was Sarah Anne,” she said again. She slid out from the table and stood up. Her smile was gone now and was in fact replaced with an angry snarl. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quinn’s eyes seemed to turn dark, almost black. Her voice grew deep and gravely. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It… Was… Sarah Anne…”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By that night, Quinn’s perky mood was completely gone. In fact, she was hot to the touch and Dad feared she had a fever. She had offered no further explanation for the broken disaster of a kitchen, and seemed to get angrier and angrier that simply saying, “It was Sarah Anne,” wasn’t a satisfactory explanation. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad had seemed like it was hard to believe their story of the devastated kitchen, but just as he had started to question it, the entire family witnessed the flat screen TV lift into the air off of the TV stand, and then smash violently to the floor. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn and Dad instinctively threw their arms around Quinn, but Quinn just laughed. Actually, it was more like a shriek than a laugh. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s it,” Dad had said, “we’re getting out of here. Let’s go to town and have dinner, try and clear our heads a bit,” he suggested. But, just as he rose from the couch, thunder struck outside. Just like that, the rainstorm escalated to another wild storm like the one from the previous day. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The storm raged all evening and into the night. Quinn seemed to deteriorate before their eyes and Dad and Robyn decided finally to put her to bed, and to take her to the doctor as soon as the storm broke. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn and Dad discussed the situation in hushed tones and then decided to retire to bed themselves. Under the oppression of the savage storm, Robyn fell into a fitful sleep. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn woke in the middle of the night. It was one of those unsettling instances of knowing they’d heard something, but not knowing exactly what they’d heard. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One thing that did register was an awesome quietness. The storm apparently was over. Robyn felt compelled to get out of bed and go to the window. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Outside, the world was cloaked in fog so thick, they could see nothing outside their window except for the fog. It was as though the forest, and the whole world beyond the fog, was gone. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It was Sarah Anne.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn startled at the sound of their sister’s voice. That’s it. That’s what had woken them. Quinn was talking. Not even whispering. Just talking in that same growling voice she’d used earlier. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn hurried to Quinn’s room and found her sitting up in her bed, growling about this Sarah Anne person. She was drenched in sweat, her hair was crazy tangled and matted, and her eyes were completely black.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Quinn!” Robyn cried, rushing to their sister. Dad flew into the room behind Robyn. His face went pale as he beheld his little daughter out of her mind and with solid black eyes. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What’s wrong with her?” Dad gasped. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn had begun to sob. “I don’t know!”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad whisked Quinn out of her bed, lifting her as though she were no heavier than a feather. “Come on, we’re taking her to the hospital!” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn hurried behind their father as he made his way through the house, grabbing shoes and jackets as he went. Outside the front door, they momentarily paused when confronted by fog as thick and white as cotton. Robyn became even more upset at the prospect of traveling in undoubtedly dangerous road conditions. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After pondering the fog for no more than a split second, Dad said, “Come on, it’ll be OK. I drive in fog all the time. Come on, get the door for me.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The trio blundered through the fog to where their car was parked and Robyn felt around for the car door. Dad hurried to deposit Quinn in the backseat and Robyn climbed in with her. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once the car roared to life and Dad turned on the flood lights, a tiny bit more of the world became visible. He carefully maneuvered the car down the driveway and through the trees that led out to the road.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Only when they reached the end of their crunching gravel drive did they discover that the road beyond there was gone. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back on their couch, Robyn held their feverish sister on their lap while Dad paced to and fro across the living room. The floor boards groaned under the weight of his frantic heavy foot falls. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He raked his hand through his hair, with a look in his eye that suggested he was coming unglued. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When they reached the end of their driveway, the fog lifted, and that’s when they discovered the world outside their little world was… Gone. Had simply vanished. There was no road. There was no MacGregor homestead to the left. No Harris place to the right. No bird sanctuary across the road. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not a sound hinting of someone else out there besides them.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not a flicker of light. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not a smell. Nothing. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everything outside their little cottage and their little forest had vanished and nothing was left except for an endless black void. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Furthermore, there was no internet. There was no phone service. Their cell phone had been rendered a useless toy. The televisions didn’t even turn on. If there had been a world left to contact, they’d been left with no way to contact it. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thinking out loud, Dad asked questions and made demands of thin air. His ranting must have offended thin air too, because the pictures on the walls began to rattle, and then one by one they fell. That stopped him in his tracks as he stared around at the shattering glass. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That was Sarah Anne,” Quinn growled. She giggled softly from somewhere within her fever dream. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn felt a swirl of terrible emotions, heavy in the air. They also felt exhausted, and knew their father felt the same. They didn’t know what was happening or what could be done. There were only a few hours left until the sun would rise, and Robyn convinced Dad to put Quinn back to bed, and for all of them to get some sleep. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everything looks better in the light of day. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the morning, the sun did come up. Barely. The sky still looked treacherous, filled with rolling dark clouds. And the fog still rolled through the trees off and on all day. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, the world beyond their forest remained gone. The Internet and the phones remained dark and quiet. Quinn remained feverish and incoherent.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And Sarah Anne, whoever she was, remained angry if Robyn or their father stepped out of line. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was barely any food in the house, and they ran out quickly as time slipped away waiting for an idea of what to do. When hunger began to mount, Robyn suggested venturing out to the garden to harvest some things to eat. But, their dad said no. He’d become anxious and paranoid, constantly peeking out the windows. He did not want Robyn to go outside, nor was he willing to go and leave them. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Moments turned to hours, hours to days, and soon, two weeks had passed. The more hungry the family became, the more erratic they behaved. And the more frantic they became, the more angry Sarah Anne became… There would be pounding on the walls, screeching in the pipes, the whole house would quake on it’s foundation when the mysterious and invisible “Sarah Anne” cared to reckon with them. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the two week anniversary of the night the world disappeared, another storm raged outside. It was late, and Robyn was laying in their sister’s bed, watching Quinn toss, turn, and cry in her sleep. Thunder clapped, and Quinn’s eyes snapped open. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the first time in weeks, Robyn saw their sister’s eyes return to normal. No longer black and crazy. Quinn gazed up at Robyn, big tears gathering in her sad eyes. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m hungry,” Quinn whispered. It was the first coherent thing Robyn had heard out of her mouth since the nightmare had begun. It brought tears to Robyn’s eyes as well. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They glanced out Quinn’s bedroom window but decided the storm was not going to stop them. “OK, sweetheart,” Robyn whispered. “I’ll go get you something to eat. Wait here. I’ll be back.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn’s hair tossed wildly in the wind just as the forest did all around. Despite the fierce call of the storm, it was still strangely quiet. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You never realize how quiet the world is until the world itself disappears…</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn stumbled through the night and the sheets of rain, around the corner of the house, and to the edge of the clearing where the garden was planted. As they neared the now overgrown rows of cucumbers and tomatoes, they began to hear a voice calling their name. It was the voice of a woman and it sounded angry. It wasn’t anyone they recognized, and Robyn shuddered with the knowledge that they were hearing the voice of Sarah Anne.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nonetheless, Robyn remembered Quinn’s pale sick face and pitiful voice, begging for food, and they pressed on. The storm and Sarah Anne raged at Robyn’s back, as they stepped into the garden. They stooped down to sweep aside a fringe of leaves to attempt to gather some cucumber. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That’s when they spotted them. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Bunnies!” Robyn exclaimed. Even in their current circumstance, the sight of bunnies brought a thrill of happiness. There were four of them, with assorted coloring, but their coats were so shiny, they seemed to glow in the darkness. They were huddled together in the leaves, and they looked up at Robyn, wiggling their little pink noses. Robyn was less than a foot from them, but they did not run. They had never known a rabbit not to run scared from a human. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sarah Anne was shrieking like a maniac by then, but her wicked voice and the terrible storm seemed to somehow quiet as Robyn looked down at the rabbits. They stared at the rabbits as if under a spell. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They bent slowly, reaching out their hand…</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Their heart thudded, wondering if the bunnies were actually going to let them pet them. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And when Robyn’s hand reached the bunnies, it passed right through them. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn gasped. “Ghosts!” They whispered. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The bunnies looked up at Robyn for one more second and then began to make their way slowly toward the forest. Sarah Anne was going insane in the background. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then, Robyn heard Dad screaming her name. The bunnies paused, as if waiting for Robyn to follow. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Robyn! ROBYN!” Dad screamed, running toward the garden.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Dad!” Robyn replied. “Go back inside with Quinn! Protect her! I’ll be back!” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn turned back to the bunnies and nodded. They turned and darted into the trees, and Robyn followed. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It didn’t seem that the rabbits led Robyn very far into the forest, but soon it seemed as though the storm had been left in the past. The wind died down, and the forest became calm and quiet. And that is when the tree appeared. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn stopped short to stare up at the tree. It was a massive ugly tree with twisted limbs and a web of vines. In it’s center was a glowing, swirling purple vortex. It was unlike anything Robyn had ever even imagined, and they slowly reached forward, feeling drawn to touch the void. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No, don’t touch it!” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn spun around and when they saw who had warned them, they began to weep.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mom?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was glowing and magical looking just like the rabbits, who were all roosted at Mom’s feet. She smiled beautifully at Robyn. “Yes baby, I wish I could hug you.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn sobbed. “I wish you could too, Momma.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Baby, you did the right thing by following my little messengers,” Mom said, gesturing to the bunnies. “I knew they would be the perfect thing to send to beckon you. Now, I need you to do one more thing, and this whole thing will be over. I need you to get the glass. Sarah Anne will throw an absolute fit, but she can’t hurt you. You have to be brave, and go get the glass.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn shook their head. “What? What glass? And who is Sarah Anne?”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn’s beautiful mother frowned sadly. “Sarah Anne is… Is something dark. Something not of this world. And she was allowed to cross into your world when the mirror glass broke. Your father and I should’ve gotten rid of the mirrors long ago. They’re cursed. One is good, and one is bad, and when they both broke, it gave Sarah Anne a doorway. This doorway,” she explained, gesturing to the tree. “Go get the glass, hurry. Bring it here, and throw it in, and all of this can be undone.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn dearly wanted to stay there with their mother forever. In the quiet midnight woods. Away from the shrieking devil, the frightened father, the possessed sister. To stay with the mother who’d been taken from them suddenly more than three years back. Their mother smiled sweetly though, and Robyn knew they could not stay.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Go, love,” Mom whispered. “Hurry.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With that, Mom and the rabbits vanished, but the vortex swirled evilly on.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn sprinted back through the trees toward their home, running faster and with more grace than they’d ever had before. Soon they were ripping open the storm cellar doors and pounding down the crumbling steps. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They found the pull string to turn on the light easily this time then dove into the dirt, scurrying to the mess of broken glass. The light flickered, and the whole house seemed to seethe angrily as Sarah Anne and the storm raged above. Robyn yanked off their hoodie and turned it into a makeshift tote bag, and then began to scrape the broken glass into the hoodie. The glass sliced their fingers as they worked, but it didn’t even slow them down. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The storm was worse than ever before as Robyn emerged back out of the cellar and into the terrible night. Sarah Anne screamed threats and the house thundered on it’s studs, but Robyn pressed on. Soon, they were back at the tree, and without a second’s hesitation, they hurtled the hoodie full of grass into the tree. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn woke early, before their father or sister Quinn had awoke. They decided this would be a prime opportunity to sneak down to the kitchen and hopefully find some biscuits with butter and jelly to eat, instead of the usual bland oatmeal that dad normally provided. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They made way out of their tiny bedroom, down the dark hall, and then down the worn steps; careful to avoid the creaky spots. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once in the kitchen, Robyn quickly and quietly assembled the things they needed to prepare the secret breakfast. It was when they were standing by the counter and the small kitchen window, under the ghostly light of the moon, about to take their first delicious bite, when their father screamed. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn whirled around, their jelly slathered biscuit falling with a splat onto the kitchen’s stone floor. “DAD! ARE YOU OK?” Robyn screeched. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad stood leaning one hand heavily on a kitchen chair, and the other hand covering his heart. He sucked in deep breaths of air as though he were having a hard time breathing. Robyn’s own heart picked up the pace at the sight. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad waved as if to shoo Robyn away. “It’s fine, I’m fine, I thought you were a ghost in that getup.” </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The two stared at each other for a moment, and then Robyn burst out laughing. “Sorry?” They said skeptically. “I didn’t even think you believed in ghosts.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I don’t,” Dad replied. “That’s why it scared me so bad.”</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The two shared a laugh and then Dad gently chastised Robyn for sneaking sweets first thing in the morning. Then they left the kitchen to go wake their little sister Quinn for breakfast. On the way, they happened to notice cuts on their fingers and frowned at the wounds, wondering how they’d gotten there. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-33277157638296399252021-07-29T13:50:00.004-04:002021-07-29T13:50:31.262-04:00Quinn’s Story, Part 2<p><span style="font-size: large;"> My <a href="https://outschool.com/classes/story-makers-club-creative-writing-club-for-scary-stories-Lm2hg7OI?sectionUid=1f6cfeb8-fca6-482b-949e-4e618f64b1ae" target="_blank">creative writing</a> learner, Quinn, has brought us part two of a story she started <a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/06/quinns-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>, which she has written based on a picture writing prompt. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><pre style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: visible; white-space: pre-wrap; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: large;">It took a real long time but I finally, escaped from the doll makers dungeon, and got away from the doll army. They had me locked away in that creepy place for months now. My mom was so happy to see me again she said I could go to toys r us a buy anything I want. I found this odd looking stuffie. My mom thought it looked scary, but I thought it was kinda cute too. So that's what I picked. We bought it and went home. I played with it all day. Later that night I started to get a funny feeling about that stuffie, so I locked it in my toy trunk when I went to sleep. At 2am I heard a rustling noise, I didn't know what it was. I looked around and saw my toy chest opened. Thats not the way I left it. Then I saw my new stuffie on the ground torn apart. With all its stuffing torn out. Then I saw them it was the doll army. They were everywhere in my room, they had me surrounded. They must have snuck inside my stuffie, before I bought it. So they could sneak back in my house, and get me again. I didn't know what to do. There was no way out, I was trapped. They got me now, here we go again.</span><span style="font-size: 16px;">
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I pull on the light chain and I wake up.
But not tonight.
Tonight the chain breaks off, leaving me stranded here. I grope around in the dark, looking for some kind of salvation, a way to get out of here. Feeling some sort of microphone on the ground, I put it to my mouth and switch it on.
The sound of a Polaroid snaps in front of me and for a brief second I see my reflection holding a gun up to her face instead. Then silence.
I find myself awake in a cold sweat, having fallen onto the floor from my cot. Crap. I just can’t do this anymore, losing sleep to my own mind so it can live out its stupid sadistic fantasy, but I’m driven by the constant need to remember. The need to relive a time when I was someone I</span><span style="font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">could be proud of. </span></pre><pre style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: visible; white-space: pre-wrap; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></pre><pre style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: visible; white-space: pre-wrap; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></pre><pre style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: visible; white-space: pre-wrap; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></pre>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-41577841893881395192021-07-29T13:41:00.004-04:002021-07-29T13:41:46.845-04:00The Green Door by Anna<p><span style="font-size: large;">My <a href="https://outschool.com/classes/story-makers-club-creative-writing-club-for-scary-stories-Lm2hg7OI?sectionUid=1f6cfeb8-fca6-482b-949e-4e618f64b1ae" target="_blank">Creative Writing Club</a> student, Anna, wrote this story. The writing prompt that she was assigned was: <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Write a story with the title: The Green Door.</span></span></p><pre style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: visible; white-space: pre-wrap; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: large;">Once upon a time, there was a boy. That boy was living in a house that is the end of a twisted road. His life was very normal, and his family was normal, too. But, there was a weird thing in his house. In the basement, there was a green door. He always wanted to open that door. But, he couldn't because of a large lock. One day when he went to his school, there was something odd about his teacher. His teacher started to teach him about thief. He thought it was weird, he continued on. One day he learned about picking locks. At this point, he thought really odd and started to miss school. He did not tell his parents about this, because his parents turned weird, too. But, then one day, he went to his basement, and looked at the green door. He used his lock picking skills to unlock the green door. He opened the door, and saw grim flash of light. And, nobody knew what happen to that boy. When the boy was gone, everything returned to normal. But, his family moved away from that house. Another family moved in that house. One day, the boy in the new family's house was vanished, too. And, that continued in the every family that came to the house. </span></pre>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-37558954286034029172021-07-20T14:28:00.003-04:002021-07-20T14:28:34.465-04:00Finished Miniature Traveler’s Wagon Project: Video Tour<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimU3rjz9XVKUMz3zgYbjHs83klOQYf7Dm7I4KXKX7Tkq3Lfz5m-3dG5gJ06Ks-hLiQwRmcSW4-oW1ixFUTA-OBxbAVRDruApWajVNckaYWZVVP8wrzDJIyTskaG1tjHl-aGjDFcXExChg/s2048/411F0B44-78CE-49E5-B5CF-F8E93C601B0A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimU3rjz9XVKUMz3zgYbjHs83klOQYf7Dm7I4KXKX7Tkq3Lfz5m-3dG5gJ06Ks-hLiQwRmcSW4-oW1ixFUTA-OBxbAVRDruApWajVNckaYWZVVP8wrzDJIyTskaG1tjHl-aGjDFcXExChg/s320/411F0B44-78CE-49E5-B5CF-F8E93C601B0A.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFVvzTcmt6hKaRjfpb0HgWSOedm5995nAflD2BrIHYNFPlvMNTgu0XtvqQ7uwFrlmCp9DAbjPLoMpj4sSK1VXX4Dwqm26akc8RnrifsDoadCxY6orAkymZ7GHyCXyL2oSFLKpLo5yBhE/s2048/48E56A78-46F7-461A-9B7D-DEF74410DFAA.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFVvzTcmt6hKaRjfpb0HgWSOedm5995nAflD2BrIHYNFPlvMNTgu0XtvqQ7uwFrlmCp9DAbjPLoMpj4sSK1VXX4Dwqm26akc8RnrifsDoadCxY6orAkymZ7GHyCXyL2oSFLKpLo5yBhE/s320/48E56A78-46F7-461A-9B7D-DEF74410DFAA.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Clarabelle Crowley has moved into her new abode. In fact, she’s seeing two of her most regular, and most NEUROTIC clients at the moment. Consulting the ouija for Edgar Allan Crow trying to find out where that confounded ticking sound is coming from (no one hears it but him 🙄) and then there’s dear Lydia Deetz who undoubtedly will want to ask the tarot once again if there is love out there for her. Ever since her first marriage unfortunately… Erm, failed, she’s been to see Clarabelle nearly daily, and it’s exhausting. She loves her quirky clients, but they do try her patience and she really just can’t wait for nightfall to light some candles and work on her cozy mystery novel. </p><p><br /></p><p>I loved making this traveler’s wagon. I created a pattern on Procreate and then cut it out of Amazon boxes. It went together really well with hot glue. Then I used a technique I learned from <a href="https://youtube.com/c/BentleyHouseProductions" target="_blank">Bentley House Minis</a> and coated the whole thing in a mixture of Elmer’s Glue and joint compound. The rest was decorated with various bits and bobs from our craft supplies! 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She also created a cool piece of art to go with it!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_jzWpR584KJUaoo9LcXibltbewRCbPRLS4VMNgB6-HCLUb790nDDn8Igavu0H9qIL9XyHOC8PdcOhnofEcQxtDYRbh4wZS9_CsVpZD9uiEU0vWFqq3gIb33QVbYJ8J5iztHl_Zozl94/s891/1A01EADA-96CF-4753-A9CE-EBC39CB41A47.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="783" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_jzWpR584KJUaoo9LcXibltbewRCbPRLS4VMNgB6-HCLUb790nDDn8Igavu0H9qIL9XyHOC8PdcOhnofEcQxtDYRbh4wZS9_CsVpZD9uiEU0vWFqq3gIb33QVbYJ8J5iztHl_Zozl94/w562-h640/1A01EADA-96CF-4753-A9CE-EBC39CB41A47.jpeg" width="562" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><pre style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: visible; white-space: pre-wrap; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">There was a little boy named Noah who was afraid to go to bed at night. Every night a creepy goat lady he named Lily came to visit, it terrified him. In the morning his dad made him breakfest. It was just Noah and his dad now, because his mom died a long time ago. The creepy goat lady would whisper to him "I'll always be here" all night long. So he thought she would haunt him forever. One morning he discovered that his mother had been hiding a secret from him when she was alive. She had an office that he was forbidden from entering, but one day he peeked. He found evidence that at night she changed into something else. That's why she always spent the night in there. So I wouldn't see. I had nothing to be scared of anymore. The creepy goat lady was my mom, and she was appearing at night to tell me that she would always be here for me. </pre>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-77517163018440452332021-07-20T14:05:00.004-04:002021-07-20T14:05:53.236-04:00Spooky Writing Snippets from Anna<p> Here are some spooky writing snippets from my learner, Anna who is in my <a href="https://outschool.com/classes/story-makers-club-creative-writing-club-for-scary-stories-Lm2hg7OI" target="_blank">Outschool Creative Writing</a> Club.</p><p><br /></p><pre class="no-margin" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(46, 50, 56); color: #2e3238; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3199999928474426px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: visible; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;">picture prompt:
I think the person or a monster is very ugly.The woman has a bloody mouth, and has a very big black eyes. I think she maybe sea monster from the depth of the sea. This picture shows only the higher part of the body.And I guess her lower body must be slimy tentacles. I can't see this picture very well. But, I see very weird triangular ears sticking out of her hair. And I also see a crown. She maybe a evil queen.
Write about a character with a magical ability that drives them insane.
First, my character is a wizard. His name is STALWART. He is very strong and he did not know anything about magic until he saw weird envelope sticking out of his front door of the house. Then, he search the basement of his house, and found a one broomstick and five gold coins. At his first try of riding broom stick, he was lucky, and succeeded flying to a magical castle. It was not a castle, but a giant academy. He went to there, and found dangerous creatures. He fought with his magic against the monsters. And the monsters all got dead.
Then, he met the very very very very strongest and evilest wizard. The wizard's name is VOLDAMOLTAE. VOLDAMOLTAE had wanted the most strongest power in the world. But, the strongest power was inside STALWART wand. So, he tried to break the wand. Before he could do that, STALWART used a spell to shut him up, and freeze him. VOLDAMOLTAE got frozen like sold ice. STALWART reported to the head master, and the head master was very angry. If STALWART didn't tell her to come down.
She would have turned into a volcano. The head master tried to kill VOLDAMOTAE. But, she failed because VOLDAMOLTAE is much more powerful than her. But, who knows? VOLDAMOLTAE can unfreeze himself. Because his soul was not gone. THE END
Write about a demon who loves Christmas
Once upon a time, there was a demon. He was very weak in front of God. On day, he said to the God " You are not enough to rule the world" The God got mad and threw the demon into the human world. And, that time, it was the Christmas eve. The demon was very hungry and have nothing to eat because he was so ugly looking to be welcomed even into the kindest man in the world's house. The demon wandered the days and days. But, luckily he found the icy palace.
He went past the goblin guards and there it was the snow king. He begged and begged for several hours to give him some food, and make people turn into ice. Finally the king gave up and decided to grant his wish. The demon was overjoyed. He flew back to the heaven. Where the angry God was. When the God saw the poor villagers frozen, the demon smiling, he killed the demon with his hands, and melted the villagers from ice. But, the demon got to the underworld and begged to Hades. Hades also granted his wish. The demon went back to the human world unlike the wish he made to go back to heaven. Then, the demon saw all the happy people and saw that Christmas was happy holiday. He begged for forgiveness to the God. The God rejoiced because it was the first time the demon begged forgiveness. Then, the demon learned his lesson and started to love Christmas. THE END</pre>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-36253648357695072612021-07-19T10:24:00.014-04:002021-12-21T09:35:20.244-05:00Creepy Coddiwomple <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3hclM4ZSusvDDZIaJtqv7QN6PPJYGlWYRirAsdt28SY0qiV43x8D0-kUqqXfVD_PovWy5mln77mx3Kt9sgv7_z9HBKMGG9_KAp63kf5g3BGeOP_Wgqr3ObVTStfut_LbM5uiG9jLugY/s2048/FC661002-4BDC-422C-B607-61D3DFF53A10.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1624" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3hclM4ZSusvDDZIaJtqv7QN6PPJYGlWYRirAsdt28SY0qiV43x8D0-kUqqXfVD_PovWy5mln77mx3Kt9sgv7_z9HBKMGG9_KAp63kf5g3BGeOP_Wgqr3ObVTStfut_LbM5uiG9jLugY/w318-h400/FC661002-4BDC-422C-B607-61D3DFF53A10.jpeg" width="318" /></a></div>At Coddiwomple Academy, we love all things spooky. Anything from Grimm Fairy Tales to Creepypasta. And we know there are many kids who love creepy stories too! The problem can be that even though we like scary stuff, sometimes the stories have content that isn’t appropriate for kids like profanity. So, we are going to post a collection of kid friendly horror stories right here! Kid friendly meaning they will not contain profanity or sexual content. That way you can enjoy your scary stories in a way that is comfortable, free, and safe. <p></p><p>“Creepypasta” are stories that achieve Internet fame by being copied and pasted, or shared, all over the web. I will write some of the stories posted here, and some of them will be collaborations between my <a href="https://outschool.com/teachers/Amanda-Gatton" target="_blank">Outschool</a> students and me! My students would love to see their stories become the next popular Creepypasta, so you are more than welcome to copy and paste these stories. Enjoy!</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/02/the-cult-of-forgotten-friends.html" target="_blank">The Cult of Forgotten Friends </a></b></span></p><p><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/03/field-of-dead-poppies.html" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Field of Dead Poppies </a></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/04/black-sheep-mutation-part-1.html" target="_blank">Black Sheep Mutation (Part 1)</a></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/04/black-sheep-mutation-part-2.html" target="_blank">Black Sheep Mutation (Part 2)</a></span></b></p><p><b><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/04/bumble-fnaf-fan-fiction-part-1.html?m=1" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Bumble: FNAF Fan Fiction Part 1</span></a></b></p><p><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/04/bumble-fnaf-fan-fiction-part-2.html?m=1" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Bumble: FNAF Fan Fiction Part 2</span></a> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/05/fazbears-fire-part-1.html" target="_blank">Fazbear’s Fire Part 1</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/05/fazbears-fire-part-2.html" target="_blank">Fazbear’s Fire Part 2</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/06/quinns-story.html" target="_blank">Quinn’s Story</a></span> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/new-story-from-quinn.html" target="_blank">New Story from Quinn</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/snippet-1-from-lotte.html" target="_blank">Snippet 1 from Lotte</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/snippet-2-from-lotte.html" target="_blank">Snippet 2 from Lotte</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/the-new-aftons.html" target="_blank">The New Aftons: Five Nights At Freddy’s Fanfiction</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/spooky-writing-snippets-from-anna.html" target="_blank">Spooky Snippets from Anna</a></span></p><p><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/goat-lady-lily.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Goat Lady Lily by Quinn</span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/redacted-interview-snippet-from-lotte.html" target="_blank">Redacted Interview Snippet from Lotte</a></span></p><p><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/the-green-door-by-anna.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">The Green Door by Anna</span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/eerie-snippet-from-lotte.html" target="_blank">Eerie Snippet from Lotte</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/quinns-story-part-2.html" target="_blank">Quinn’s Story Part 2</a></span></p><p><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/08/bigfoot-is-real-and-i-need-someone-to.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Bigfoot is real and I need someone to believe me (The Bigfoot Trials Part 1)</span></a></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/09/addys-journal-by-breanna.html" target="_blank">Addy's Journal by Breanna</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/09/the-solar-flare-by-breanna.html" target="_blank">The Solar Flare by Breanna</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/09/little-red-bird-by-hadley.html" target="_blank">The Little Red Bird by Hadley </a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/07/the-wicked-tree-in-waste.html?m=1" target="_blank">The Wicked Tree in the Waste</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/10/the-hackers-by-breanna.html" target="_blank">The Hackers by Breanna</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Non Scary Stories: </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/09/rescue-blackie-by-breanna.html" target="_blank">Rescue Blackie by Breanna</a></span></p><p>B<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amandadgatton.com/2021/09/beatrice-and-magical-island-by-breanna.html" target="_blank">eatrice and the Magical Island by Breanna</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297370876712019876.post-18630057180947742072021-07-08T21:22:00.000-04:002021-07-08T21:22:00.356-04:00Galaxy DIY Printable Paper Doll <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ARryKEBSKP0" width="320" youtube-src-id="ARryKEBSKP0"></iframe></div><span style="font-size: large;">Another fun printable paper doll for you! You can either print the images below, or for a PDF version, click <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1HiWOV_37mOr_fL9Mm5qV6I-FWab5pKeF/view?usp=drivesdk" target="_blank">here. </a></span><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsSQG5OC4zQowgL6P371V-L-OZ_PSktNOWrSsDONuofqjzLVq76PzpquuT-BrRFGA-Kyae0cJJFSYl7FMx65GVeP69bwGyZdOJwMDW764mEnhi0LDirymeG2xiZ3xQGbNP3mUvnhim04/s2048/24CCA2FD-0A33-4C3B-BE18-1D74200239F0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1624" data-original-width="2048" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsSQG5OC4zQowgL6P371V-L-OZ_PSktNOWrSsDONuofqjzLVq76PzpquuT-BrRFGA-Kyae0cJJFSYl7FMx65GVeP69bwGyZdOJwMDW764mEnhi0LDirymeG2xiZ3xQGbNP3mUvnhim04/w640-h508/24CCA2FD-0A33-4C3B-BE18-1D74200239F0.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRNHAmuHtvOlH_VkmfTJ6Phvp22DUNKencPuCUbZdPjCfqFu7VjTPxWCUbj_Eo2rXgQBx78oTC-GrZDDYvgVMJQKLptOWbdYJozoos4tkwUn2yL10UFagU4Tr1R1g-QHWQIGVKNVIpvU/s2048/D6DD4C9D-3061-4425-BB7D-882E3C365F14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1624" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRNHAmuHtvOlH_VkmfTJ6Phvp22DUNKencPuCUbZdPjCfqFu7VjTPxWCUbj_Eo2rXgQBx78oTC-GrZDDYvgVMJQKLptOWbdYJozoos4tkwUn2yL10UFagU4Tr1R1g-QHWQIGVKNVIpvU/w508-h640/D6DD4C9D-3061-4425-BB7D-882E3C365F14.jpeg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Grimdol Fairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852587819336799180noreply@blogger.com0