- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Changes all the time but I'm around more often than not
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Genres
- Scifi, Crime/detective, supernatural, apocalyptic, horror, magic realism, mystery, historical, Western(at points)
Benjamin
So, it became a bit of a concern when things began to disappear. First, it was some of his books. Then, the coins. Kitchen supplies were suddenly not there to use. He'd lost about 5 sweaters at this point, also. It had been going on for about a month now, and, to say the least, he was getting a bit annoyed. He always locked up his house, so either he was losing his mind, or there was something in this house taking things.
So, he had searched the house. And searched. And searched. His sister, Ada, thought he was insane. 'It's all in your head, bro.' She'd tell him. He didn't really listen to her, though. Well, he didn't, until she was laughing and saying 'Well, gosh, maybe a hermit has gotten into that dusty old basement of yours!'
That was the first time, in his life, that he had actually listened to his twin. Soon after the phone conversation, he stomped down the stairs, flashlight on and pointing at the wall. Once he got to the bottom, he cautiously swiveled it around the room to see what was in it.