The Silence Provokes
"He came back. Brought me rabbits. But then…my dad. I think he's…." That's all she would say. All week I've been trying to get her to talk, to tell me what happened up there.
She's barely eaten. (Can't blame her for that. All I've got are these nasty meebarats. I told her they're like gummy worms, but she isn't buying it. Especially after experiencing their nauseating jiggles over her tongue and down her throat.)
All things considered, though, it's been a pretty peaceful week. Aside from that turbulent world beyond the closet, we're trapped here with nothing to do but stare at the walls and at each other. But I'm not risking this girl's life to go chasing after Jo's.
Not yet, anyway.
But the external calm of this place masks my own internal storm. I need a target.
Something's gotta give. And soon.
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Secrets from a Church Basement: The Desperate Diary of Fresco Ayers
ParanormalGod won't save your life. But this book might. So says Fresco Ayers, a scientist struggling to save his daughter while protecting the rest of us from unfathomable perils that he helped introduce.
