Pendle and a blanket
18th October: Spooked
Two round pupils zoned in on the duvet. Claws shot forward to pierce whatever malignant thing was dancing underneath, teasing him by first darting this way, then that. Ears twitched as he tried to listen for the next location of his victim.
Suddenly, he made a dive under Ada’s white crochet blanket lying on top of the duvet, and peered out through the holes between the stitches. With the blanket half hanging over him, he looked like a fuzzy and decidedly ridiculous imitation of a spectre. Pendle jumped inelegantly off the bed, the blanket trailing along behind him.
“Oh, Pendle—”
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