A Woman Moves Into Her Childhood Home – What She Finds Terrifies Her

72. The Plan

The thing still had her son in its grips when Betsy made it back up the stairs, panting. It was murmuring to her son. Allen lifted his leg, almost as though he were stepping onto something. The creature lifted him higher.

“Haunted house, my ass!” Betsy squirted the black figure with lighter fluid, lit a match, and threw it. As it burst into flames, Betsy grabbed her son, tackling him and putting out errant flames that had formed on his pajama sleeves.