The Franklins’ Haunted Mansion (Part One)

“Nice ah, mansion, dad,” Tara says, popping her bubblegum. “Hey,” I say, raising then lowering my arms, “I said it needed some, well, some work.” “Yeah, you said a little work. Little is the keyword, dad.” “So, I was a little off.” “Eeeew, I’m not fuckin’ stayin’ here, dad?” “Would you rather sleep there?” I

Wine In A Dusty Box (Short Story)

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