Excerpt Chapter Twelve

     “A game!”

     “What?”

     “It’s a game, Molly. Don’t you see? It’s the Bristol House,” Heather looked about admiringly, speaking to the room. “It wants to play a game with us.”

     “A game of what? What are we supposed to do?”

     Heather read the poem aloud. “Well, I think it wants us to go to this place.” She handed the paper to Molly. “Only, we don’t know where it is, so we have to figure it out.”

     “But what’s there?”

     “Molly, that’s the game. We find out when we arrive.”