Big thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for sending me an eARC of "The Raven" by Susan McCauley in exchange for an honest review.
By Millie's Stories a day ago in BookClub
For twelve nights, my phone rang at exactly 3:17 AM. Every time, the number was unknown. I never answered. I assumed it was spam.
By GoldenSpeech13 days ago in BookClub
Every morning, he wrote something in a small black notebook. Names. Dates. Phone numbers. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Important memories.
I was nineteen and completely broke. One night, I needed a taxi to get home. When we arrived, I reached into my pocket. I had barely enough money.
I was traveling home after a difficult day. The train was almost empty. A little girl sat across from me. She couldn't have been older than seven.
I bought an old phone at a flea market. It didn't work properly. The screen was cracked. The battery barely held a charge.
I was buying coffee when the cashier handed me a five-dollar bill as change. Written on it were four words: "Don't give up yet."
I lived on the fourth floor of an old apartment building. Across from my apartment was a small door. Apartment 407. It had been empty for as long as I could remember.
The house had been empty for years. But every evening at exactly 8 PM, every light came on. The living room. The kitchen.
I worked at a grocery store for three years. Every Friday evening, an elderly man came in. He always bought the same things.
For twelve nights, my phone rang at exactly 3:17 AM. Every time, the number was unknown. I never answered. On the thirteenth night, I did.
By GoldenSpeech14 days ago in BookClub
I was staying at an old hotel during a business trip. At midnight, I heard someone knocking on the wall. Three slow knocks.
