A New Empire

Agnes glanced back at her, confused at the nerve of little Nicky. “Well, it started when I was just a young girl, like yourself, back in the …”


Agnes paused. The barn house phone rang – an old rotary dial telephone that hung by the exit. Agnes stood to answer. She still felt uneasy about Nicky’s manners, trying to shake it off. “Hello, who’s this?” She answered.

Nicole stared at her intently.

It was on.

Someone was screaming at Agnes through the phone.

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