We would liketo formally invite you to the Deepwater Lodge for a month, under the hospitality of the Wendigo Society…
A phone numberwas printed on the bottom.
Something about the strangers had given her the creeps. It was something about their posture, the matching pins… maybe the slightest gleam of madness in their eyes. Almost like they were cult members.
But it was just a forest retreat. What could it hurt?
And it would be nice to feel like she was close to her mother again, sharing her interests.
Maybe if she liked it, she could invite Juno before the baby came, and they could bond again. Do cousinly things. Elle had missed her after she’d moved out of the Innsmouth house for college.
Elle smoothed the letter on her lap, picked up the phone, and began dialing.
The End
