late night shenanigans

It was the dead of night at the Elbion College of Magic. Scant few were walking the halls and no one was in the college’s expansive food Pantry. A surplus of goodies both local and exotic, kept fresh by magic which allowed seasonal delicacies all year round for the students and staff. Amidst...

Where are you going? Henk turned around to face the faint remnant of the voice that haunted him, calling to him from within the house. It had seemed to authoritative, so deep and booming just days ago. Now it just sounded soft and pathetic. Henk, did you hear me? Where are you going? Are you...