FOLKTALES Series by R. Kitt

Never go to the other side of the bridge, she’d said. Never trust a shinigami, she’d said. Never take a kuro yun from a shinigami, she’d said. I’d already done two of those things, and eight years later, I’m to be sent to Mount Naku-san, for a day and night, unless I want to be left for dead in a rose garden somewhere.

Revenge can be sweet, he’d said. Revenge will heal your heart, he’d said. Revenge is the only way, he’d said. Thirteen generations later, I chose not to get my revenge. Instead, I’m living in a shanty apartment, in Paris, France, being bombarded every night at eleven o’clock, once a year, with pounding at my door.

$0. 99 Sale Price! Limited time! The Manor is beautiful. The Meadows surrounding the manor are magical. The Mosaic jeweled walkway to the manor is enchanting. I’d been in town mere hours, when a small piece of paper, with an advertisment for a quiet place to sleep, floats in on the wind, into my hand. No one in town can see what is written on the paper, except for me. What awaits me inside the mysterious manor?