Short story:The House on Broad St., Part V
“You are not here.” I told her as I pushed the knife she held up close to her own cheek. “If you were to tell me your name, I would know it, and I think that it’s not true. You can’t be a young girl that’s still alive in this world. “ “But it is.”she said, twisting her head straight so that she... Sign in to see full entry.