Magic in the Moonlight

osest buddy earlier in the day. I'd tell him if I went missing that afternoon to start searching on the white sand beaches of Nassau since I was sick to death of the audit a

influential person in my life. He'd been my boyfriend for several years. When that didn't work, what bothered us the most was the prospect of losing our close r

firm as an accountant and financial analyst. I'd been there for approximately six years, and it felt like the longer I stayed, the

e to heresy and wild conjecture. I'd been handed a list of invoices that the auditors required copies of, and most of them were nearly three years old. All except tw

o the office. I was largely prepared for tomorrow's meeting with the executives to

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gged myself off the couch. I needed to change my clothing before poking about in the basement at work, which I dubbed the Basement of Horror. I returned to my room and changed into an old, tattered pair of pants that had

arlier this year, so I fit right in around here. On the top level of my three-story building, I had a spacious two-bedroom flat. It wasn't anything out of t

, but it was mostly agricultural and desolate. The firm had elected to establish the headquarters out here rather than in town to be near the stone quarry and mixing

hat it was better to be cautious than sorry, even if I came from a tiny town. It was strange how missing them would occasiona

t here in the middle of nowhere, with the moon just starting to rise. It was a Christmas present from my mother a few ye

lizabeth Anne Summers, I'd want you to swear to keep the bat next to your bed. I don't want so

" Since then, I've kept

one was present. As I walked up to my office on the second level, I flicked on every light switch I passed. I mi

l. The basement door was left open, which was not uncommon. It was never shut down. The rear door of the office was slightly ajar, which was unusual. I grimaced as I examined it. When the cleaning woman