Three Black Feathers
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Three Tales. One Cursed Gift. The Reaper holds out his hand. In it lie three black feathers, each a ticket to a nightmare you won't wake up from. Out With the New, In With the Old Agnus just wanted to introduce her little sister, Sofi, to the family. But the sprawling, rotting house where her three aunts live holds more than just dust and memories. Dinner is served, the doors are locked, and the aunts are behaving strangely. As the evening wears on, Agnus realizes that in this house, family ties are severed with a cleaver-and terror is the only thing on the menu. I'm Coming In Best friends Oks...
Three Tales. One Cursed Gift. The Reaper holds out his hand. In it lie three black feathers, each a ticket to a nightmare you won't wake up from. Out With the New, In With the Old Agnus just wanted to introduce her little sister, Sofi, to the family. But the sprawling, rotting house where her three aunts live holds more than just dust and memories. Dinner is served, the doors are locked, and the aunts are behaving strangely. As the evening wears on, Agnus realizes that in this house, family ties are severed with a cleaver-and terror is the only thing on the menu. I'm Coming In Best friends Oksana and Varya thought they left the old superstitions behind when they moved from Russia to Australia. But a lark visit to a roadside fortune teller tears the veil between fun and fatal. Varya wanted to know her future; now, she just wants to survive it. Something ancient has been invited in, and it doesn't care that the door is locked. The Farm In the golden haze of mid-century America, the soil is rich, and the corn grows tall. Joh and his son Manny work the land with religious devotion, living an idyllic life under the sun. But when their neighbor Levi threatens their livelihood, the veneer of the American Dream cracks. There is a power in this soil older than the Bible, and when the harvest comes, it will not be wheat that is reaped. Fenella Black invites you to peel back the skin of reality. But be warned: once you touch these feathers, the stain never comes off. ONE FEATHER falls and all seems well, TWO FEATHERS fall and ye must flee, For if there be a THIRD, thou goes to Hell, And languish ye there for Eternity
