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the lake house boy

Author: James William Penson

Copyright 2013 James William Penson

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This book is dedicated to my mother, who spent an entire summer reading me Huckleberry Finn after lunch every day, and who gave me the love of a good ghost story.

The House

The moon was orange and low, newly risen through the pines like a sick, over-ripe fruit hanging forgotten from a limb. Owls, the first night callers, muttered to each other in the deep woods. The loons made the last of their twilight calls, sounding of madness, as if announcing that all the rules of the day – all that seemed right and true and just and real and safe – were gone with the sun. The night was insane.

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