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 · Fantasia

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91 Chs

Chapter22

#Chapter22

/"Someone is hungry./"

Peering up from my dinner plate, I find my mother and grandmother watching me. /"Yeah, I am. Sorry./"

/"No, no, it's a good thing,/" my grandmother assures me. /"Why don't you tell us about your first day at your new school?/"

I nod and set down my fork, but my mom looks to her plate and doesn't lift her gaze again. /"Well,/" I start, a little hurt, /"today I was just shown around the school. I got my schedule and met the Dean. It's really nice. There's this courtyard, and the cafeteria food is amazing, and the people all seem—/"

/"Thanks for dinner, mom, but I have to get back to reviewing. Leave the dishes, I'll do it later,/" my mom says flatly and gets up from the table. I watch her disappear into the hallway. Moments later, we hear the sound of her bedroom door closing.

Grandma shrugs and urges for me to continue. /"So? Did you meet anyone interesting?/"

/"I mean, everyone there is interesting./"

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