Sleep did not come easy for Hannah. She awoke around 6:30—only to find Lauren's bed empty. It came as no surprise. Lauren had always been an early riser.
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.
Lauren finished applying a fresh coat of mascara, and then reached for a tube of lipstick. […]
This month is the first installment of a new Friday Fiction series. Two friends, Lauren and […]