Advertisements
Return to the unknown
She walked through her garden, her nightgown rustling against her legs and the bat held firmly in her hand, prepared for any unexpected encounter. But the only response was the whispering wind. Jane circled her bungalow several times, her eyes scanning for signs of the unseen intruders. But nothing seemed out of place. The tranquility of the garden was untouched.
Page 11 of 40