TheSpooksFanClub

Chapter 1: A Seventh Son It rained the day Mr. Gregory came to see me. My father stood next to me in the foyer of our house. Mr. Gregory was old but stood tall and looked strong enough to defend himself if he had to. He had a long, bushy gray beard that had other strands of color in it. His eyebrows were the same, thick and mostly gray. I couldn’t even see his mouth through all that hair. He wore a long, black cloak and carried a staff in his left hand and he stared down at me with green eyes; the same color as mine. “Thank you for coming, would you like to come in?” my father greeted him. He came in without a word but w