Misspell
Some desires are better left unwritten.
An old grandfather clock chimed three throughout the silent, dark house. Nearly everyone was asleep—except for one person. Allison had gotten home from school that day and gone immediately to bed, claiming she had a headache. She set an alarm for midnight and, once she was sure her parents were asleep, locked the door to her room before turning on a dim, shaded lamp beside her bed. Allison was a short, young brunette with...
