ratings · Published: Dec 31st, 2018
Gale Forrester never believed in things that go bump in the night. It was silly. Childish, even. There were no such things as ghosts, vampires, werewolves, fairies, wendigos, witches, warlocks, shifters, or whatever else people decided to make up in this town: Blackwood, Massachusetts. She had more important things to worry about, like finishing her sophomore year in college.
She didn’t believe in wariness and superstitious.
Life loved to prove her wrong.