Fireplace060
There's a dead body upstairs. There's a nonsense poem in the drawer. There's a family who wants them dead. Caleb doesn't know why he finds himself in situations such as these, but he's very good at not getting killed.
(This story is set in a vaguely British place, in a vaguely old time. If you care about historical inaccuracies, then this isn't the story for you. My first ever story on Wattpad, I hope you find some enjoyment out of this.)