They tightened the circle. I don’t want to die in New York. Who would ever find us? I thought as panic gripped my soul. More riff raff joined the circle. Penny and I clasp hands and prepared for the worst.
Category: adventure
Mystery Mansion – Part II
As we gazed at the scene before us, we felt the floor begin to quiver and shake. We grabbed each other’s arms and were about to flee in terror, but a voice sounded, “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.”
Mystery Mansion – Part One
We ventured into “Mark’s Gospel Room.” The room had minimal décor, but the walls were covered with strips of paper from ceiling to floor with the entire gospel – minus chapter and verse numbers – in a lovely handwritten style on each strip. We read what we could, looking for our answers. Again, all to no avail.