It was a warm summer evening when the stranger first showed up at the door of the Brittany family home in Michigan. Skye could barely remember the sinister knock at the door, and the strange shiver of fear that had run through each of her family members as they sat at the dinner table. It lasted only a moment before they were all calm again, as if chills like ice cubes ran down their backs.
Skye and her sister, Zoe glanced at their parents, waiting to see if they would get up and answer the door. Their mother put down her fork, stood up, and pushed in her chair, smiling brightly and calmly at her family.
"I'll get it," she said. "It's probably just a box."
She walked down the hallway, and out of sight, her long black hair swishing behind her. Skye and Zoe both went back to eating their dinner, which was pork chop and green beans tonight. Zoe tapped at her green beans with her fork, a look of disgust on her face.
Suddenly, they heard a scream from the front door. Mr. Brittany jumped out of his chair and ran down the hallway to the front door with a yell. Zoe began to cry, and Skye, quiet for a girl of seven, slipped after her father without a sound.
What she saw by the doorway made even her gasp in shock. There, on the polished wood floor, was nothing but black, charred, burn marks. There mother was nowhere to be seen.
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Torch
AdventureAfter losing her mother when she was seven, Skye has never been the same. She is quiet at school and uninterested in friends. She sits alone at lunch, and barely speaks to anyone. However, she has a secret. And when she begins to make friends with t...
