J.L. McCarthy
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Thicker than Blood
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. When Monroe first told Lewellyn about the cabin he stumbled upon, she was too sullen to care. Spending part of her summer in something called Winterlust Lodging was beyond her. The property belonged to their grandfather and would belong to them one day. If Lewellyn inherited the lodging, she would sell this dead end place in a heartbeat. With barely any phone reception, Lewllyn's restless thoughts were stifled by the never-ending drawl of crickets and squawks that echoed through the surrounding bushland. One of the many downsides of living with just Allen, their introverted father, meant that she and her brother had to accompany him on one of his writing sabbaticals. Their father hadn’t liked it any more than she had. Monroe didn’t seem to mind, but then again, he always had a vivid imagination and played alone.
By J.L. McCarthy 4 years ago in Horror
