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A text pinged into Marshal’s phone, triggering him to reach into his pocket for it. The screen lit up, the background of his mother made him smile softly, he still missed her dearly, but at least he could finally go visit her this weekend. Tapping against the screen and grumbling to himself, he loaded the new message. It didn’t take Marshal more than half a second to snap the phone off and forcibly stop himself from cursing out loud. The message was from Diana. This weekend was the last weekend he wanted to talk about it. Marshal strode up the steps, he was home at last, and yet he felt on edge, a sneaking suspicion that something bad was going on with Diana. He put his phone on mute, sliding it into his pocket, and knocked gently on the brightly colored pastel yellow door before him. He had to banish all thoughts of it from his head. He was only going to be gone for two days. The only two he got to spend with his mom out of the whole year. He wouldn’t let anything sour his mood.

Table of The Demons In My Closet

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Volume 1