Children At Play
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The wooden board was dilapidated and weathered, with scratch marks from branches scraping across it. But the words were as clear as if they'd been painted yesterday. Oh god no. No. No. No. She couldn't be here. There couldn't be one here. She felt the blood run cold under her skin and her numb fingers clutched the phone tighter. Her eyes remained glued to the board, tracing the letters as if they would change. "Ma'am?" the word filtered down the phone with a touch of concern.
"It's a Children at Play sign."
Would you be happy if your boss demanded you drive to his house in the middle of nowhere because he forgot some documents? No? Well neither is Cora Jenkins. Things go from bad to worse when Cora's faithful car breaks down. But little does Cora know, she's about to be in for the night of her life.
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