Sixty-five:
Emma Endless
“What did you get wrong here?” the Queen asked.
I glanced around my surroundings. I was in an old, abandoned house. The walls were aged in yellows and browns, with wallpaper falling off. There was an old bed with a stained mattress, a doll that only had one eye along with one arm. The Queen was teaching me how to change my surroundings, to make people see what I wanted to see.
Their worst nightmares.
Haunted Houses were frequently on the list for people. The room was creepy enough, but there was one thing wrong with it. I groaned when I saw it. “No.”
“No what?” said the Queen, smiling.
In the corner, there was a bright, pink dollhouse. It was too happy, too normal. Not terrifying at all. “Damn it,” I hissed.
The Queen pla
