#Chapter 106: The Stance of Her and I

Owen I didn’t want to be in Grandma’s cabin anymore. Infact, I didn’t want to come down this damn hole. But Abigail’s memory seems to be wiped every twenty four hours on why sticking her nose in things is a bad idea. And as her brother, I couldn’t just let her out of my sight. Not again. She was my responsibility no matter how much she ticked me off. You would think being cursed by a Moon Goddess would be enough but I guess not. My mind kept replaying the strange feeling that had crept over me the second I stepped into the basement. It was like something was watching us, lurking in the corners, waiting for the moment we got too comfortable to strike. But that was ridiculous, right? It was just an old house, filled with old things, and most of it didn’t make sense to me. Abigail was already engrossed in the old book she’d found on the table, flipping through the yellowed pages with an intensity that reminded me of when she’d read the same fantasy series over and over again.