"So do you think reading the book caused everything else, like some kind of domino effect?"
"I don't solely blame the book. Anyone could've read it. For all I know, my teddy bear read it. I'm only saying that's probably a thing that let the other stuff happen. A doorway."
"What other stuff happened?"
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"Are your things all packed for tomorrow?" Mother reluctantly asked, eyes still watery and a little dark from lack of proper sleep.
"Yes. Except for Gorse."
"Gorse? You mean the big bear?" Mother shot a quizzical glance at her daughter.
"Yeah. He won't fit in my bag."
"You can't bring that big thing everywhere. It's way too heavy, somehow."
The house phone sang in the distance. The girl raced to pick it up. Unbeknownst to the mother, brown marble eyes sparkled from the lightless stairway, creaking closer as she looked away.
YOU ARE READING
B.o.O
Random"The Book of October is not a toy. It's not a thing you want to play around with." "It has an affect on people, and it's not usually a good one." "I'd never use it myself, but since I can't stop you, I wish you good luck. You'll need it." Thirty day...
