Mom, the house is creepy." We're only halfway up the graveldriveway to our new home, and I can already tell. Even thedriveway is creepy: long and narrow, with tall bushes on eitherside so I can't see our neighbors' front yards."I prefer creeptastic," Mom answers with a smile. I don'tsmile back. "Oh come on," she groans. "I don't even get a sympathylaugh?""Not this time," I say, shaking my head.Mom rented the house off of Craigslist. She didn't have timeto be picky, not once she got offered the job as the head nurseof the new neonatal unit at Ridgemont Hospital. She barely hadtime to ask her only daughter how she felt about being uprootedfrom the town she'd lived in her whole life to the northwestcorner of the country, where it rains more often than not. Ofcourse, I said I'd support her no matter what. It was a great opportunityfor her, and I didn't want to be the reason she didn't take it.I'm Just not sure that moving from Sunny Texas to Rain-Drenched Washington was a very good idea.
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Evil's Enemy
TerrorShe turned sixteen today. I watched it happen. Katherine, the woman who adopted her, baked her a cake: carrot cake, a burnt sort of orange colour with white frosting smothered over the top of it. A girl named Ashley came over to her house with candl...
