The floorboards of the abandoned parish in Oakhaven still bore the black enamel scorch marks from fifty years ago. That night, six men in gray robes had locked ten-year-old Clara in the center of the subterranean chamber. They burned salt and dried nightshade, chanting long, guttural incantations to drag something cruel up through the earthContinueContinue reading “Ms. Clara’s Family by Coletha Albert”
