Waindale

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. "I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

Sydney Marie · Fantasie

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91 Chs

Chapter16

#Chapter16

/"I know! I'll be back by dinner!/"

I quickly pull on my jacket and shrug my backpack up my shoulders. Grandma comes into the front room with an umbrella and hands it to me.

/"Thanks,/" I smile and take it.

/"Always forgetting. Been here a month and—how many times has it been—caught in the rain maybe ten? Fifteen times?/"

My brows furrow. /"No way. No more than ten./"

/"Alright. Alright. Remember to say goodbye to your mother./"

/"Out on the porch?/" I double-check and grandma nods.

I find my Mom with a blanket tossed over her shoulders and her laptop on her lap, the screen and its many colors nearly religious at this point. The door closes behind me—she doesn't even notice. Amused, I make my way over.

/"Hello? Mom?/"

Her eyes flash up at me, then return down. /"Not now, Kid. I love you, but not right now. I'm so close, so incredibly close and—/"

/"Okay, I'm off to school. I'll be back before dinner./"

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