
The orb screamed at me. Shrieking that I needed to come to it.
It could save me.
I wasn’t sure what I feared more.
The footsteps in the hall or the voices in my head.
Fantasy Romance
The orb screamed at me. Shrieking that I needed to come to it.
It could save me.
I wasn’t sure what I feared more.
The footsteps in the hall or the voices in my head.
Sleep wouldn’t come.
Which was why I heard the footsteps in the kitchen.
There should be no one in great-grandma’s house but me.
The orb sang to me. Calling out to me.
I tried to ignore its siren song.
I put on music, tried streaming a new show I’d heard great things about, and finally curled up with a book.
But I could still hear it calling to me.
It wasn’t a phone inside, though I had no idea what it was.
A ball of some sort. Pulsing with a glorious array of color.
I wanted to reach out. To touch it. To see what the colors felt like.
I yanked my hand back, closed the box, and dropped it back in the hole.
I stared at the box, then shrugged.
If it was someone’s phone, they would come back for it.
As I stood up, the edge of the box nicked my finger, and a drop of blood dripped over the box.
The lid sprung open.
I pulled back the boards and discovered a strange box buried inside of a solid stone chamber.
I blinked down at it, but whatever was glowing was coming from inside the box.
Had to be bright as the light was seeping out of the cracks.
I turned the strange box over in my hands, but I could see no way to open it.