The Barbecue Challenge
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
Something felt...off.
She couldn’t quite figure out what that something was, but whatever it was had Mikey reaching down with trembling hands and grabbing hold of her comforter. Swallowing hard, she pulled the comforter up to her chin as she slowly took in her bedroom, from the outline of her bedroom door that she could barely make out in the dimly lit room to the soft moonlight that spilled into her room, and felt a chill race… Read More
