The storm unleashed its fury as the guests gathered for story time. As Millie predicted, the electricity failed. She and Agnes scrambled to light candles and oil lamps.
The youngest of the Smith children whimpered and crawled up in his mother's arms. The oldest child was ecstatic. "This is epic," he said. "Are we going to hear any ghost stories?"
"Is it true the inn is haunted?" Hannah asked.
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