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“No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex. Dean, they just basically outlawed ninety percent of your personality.”

—Sam Winchester, Supernatural, Season 5, Episode: 99 Problems

Michele Writes

1 / Raining Chocolate

“Where the hell is that damned box?” I paused and looked over my shoulder. I don’t know why I bothered. We were in the attic of the house on Sanderson Street, in Broken Heart, Oklahoma. We'd come full circle. This was the house where I’d lived with my kids while I was alive, and for a little while as a vampire…

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2 / You're Getting a Pool

“What're you doing?” I asked as I entered the basement lab. My husband, Dr. Stan Michaels, removed the orange teardrop gem he’d been studying under some fancified scientific doo-dad. “Oooh. That’s pretty.” “Jessica found it in her attic in a box of Halloween decorations,” he said. “Patrick sensed magic. He said it granted Jessica’s wish…

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3 / What the Hell was That?

"It's haunted," said Bryan Matthews. “Hel-lo, welcome to Broken Heart,” said Wilson Donovan. “Everything’s haunted. Just ask my mom.” Wilson’s mother, Patsy Donovan Marchand, would know. Both of their moms were vampires, but Patsy could see and talk to ghosts. She saw them everywhere. Worse, they saw her. Plus, she’d once raised a zombie army, which Bryan…

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4 / An Eyeball at the Halloween Party

“It's an eyeball,” said Patsy Marchand. "A real one." She glanced at her son, Wilson. He looked green around the gills. He nodded. He was trying very hard not to look at it. The eyeball was centered on the lid of a pickle jar. The lid lay on the kitchen island, nestled among the bowls of candy she’d prepared for the Halloween party…

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5 / A Grave Situation

“No. Hell, no,” Jessica Matthews said as she took the object from Patsy. She looked around the cemetery, and shuddered. She thrust the shovel back at her friend who refused to accept it. “Godiva will be yours,” said Patsy, “but only after you do me this one little favor.” She plucked her own shovel from the trunk of her white Mercedes. “It won’t take lon…

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6 / The Zombie's Here

Libby Genessa stood in her front yard and stared at the object sticking up from the snow. She blinked a couple of times. Backed away. Scooted closer. Closed one eye and waved her hands. Nope. It was still there. “Ralph!” Her husband—on the porch hanging up a Thanksgiving wreath—waved at her to wait. She hadn’t quite gotten over hanging up a Turkey Day wr…

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7 / Like You Rescued Me

“He's not bad-looking,” said Linda. “For a zombie, that is.” Larry had blue eyes, and blond hair. He was tall, and as he got more and more … well, alive. He was also getting muscled. Her husband looked down at the unconscious man splayed on the bed. “I don’t think he’s a zombie anymore. He appears to be returning to the same form he had before he died,” m…

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8 / Larry Stotten

Larry Stotten stood underneath the oak tree and watched Jenny scrabble up the wood slats that had been nailed into it, forming a ladder to the tree house above. “Daddy built it for us,” said Jenny. She paused. “Not Patrick. My real dad. He died.” “I’m sorry,” he said…

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