Both parties are in a wooden, hole-in-the-wall gemstone shop in a busy town. The boy urges to take the arrangement into a private room. The room is full of treasure with three tiny windows near the ceiling.

David slides the bag across the wooden table, the thing making a rattling noise, the old appraiser stands across from the boy. The man peers inside. “Where in the great World did you come acro...

Two full months ago, my mum and I drove into the new neighborhood. We made enough memories until it felt somewhat like our new home. Everyday I always saw the haunted house hiding at the dead-end whenever I walked to school.

It’s a overgrown, abandoned, wooden house with planks that seemed to be falling apart and windows that are boarded with old rusty nails. Something tells me to sneak in but I...