by Brooke Lilek
Phoebe heard a knock on the front door and froze.
An extreme reaction for someone who cannot sense death at her doorstep, but that’s Phoebe.
She tensed before checking the peephole. She found no one out front though. Phoebe threw the deadbolt into place and plopped down on the couch. Within 20 minutes, the knocking returned. But this time it came from the kitchen, a room Phoebe painted a disturbing fuchsia thinking it would fade to a softer color in a few weeks like hair dye.Read more about Chestnuts Roasting Over An Open Fire