Freya laid the cards down in the same pattern as she had for my friends. She took a minute to look at them, then gathered them and laid them down once more. None of them looked scary or foreboding yet, she looked up at me and said "You don't want to know the answer." And that was answer enough. I knew what she saw. . . or so I thought.
Going to be a short 2-3 chapter story. Trying to dust off my writing pants.
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Tarot
HorrorA bachelorette party drinks their way down a strip of clubs on the board walk. When the neon lights from Freya's Tarot shop draws them in, nothing will help them out.
