They stood there, staring down at the freshly dug dirt. There was scruffly cut wood, nailed down together to form a cross. It was stuck in the ground behind the clumped mud.
The father had his arms around the two, sobbing children before going off to talk to fellow grieved people, leaving Ellis and Otto, standing with tears dripping off their chins.
"No one believes us." Ellis cleared her throat and clenched her fist.
"Of course no one believes us, we're little kids, saying that our mum was possessed or some nuisance. But we know she didn't have that presumed heart attack, we know the truth."
"Yes, we saw it with our own eyes, see. But we have to go back to that place."
"I'm not sleeping in my room on my own. I'm going to be with dad."
"Me neither, dad'll have room." Ellis shook her head and crossed her arms.
"You know, we should investigate." This was more of a question Otto had asked. His sister was not one with playing games, but it wasn't a fun, fictional game any more, it was real.
"I agree, something's not right, and the least we can do for mum is find out who or what did this to her." Ellis replied, then kissing him gently on the forehead.
That was a first.
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Wooden Toys
ParanormalA thrilling tale of a family who move into an old manor house. When the young mother dies in a mysteriously shocking manner, the two siblings, Ellis and Otto, decide to investigate further. but something, in the house, doesn't want them to.
