a.11 The Beckoning Rooms Prequel Series

As he lay down to sleep one more time in this strange house, he felt bittersweet, but also still angry… Jeremiah was sitting in his grandmother’s chair. He loved that chair! it brought him good memories of a loving nan

Jeremiah’s dreams were pretty strange most of the time. He preferred to daydream, he could control those a bit more. Last night he had an incredible experience with the second room, and he couldn’t shake it off. He fell asleep

Jeremiah was sitting on that bench. That same bench he’d sat on every day after school. It wasn’t a favourite spot. Not at all. It was just somewhere to pass time before going back to the place where everything he

In her dreams, she’d usually wake up in her bed, mid-morning, feeling rested and hopeful for the day ahead. This time waking up felt different. The calm before the storm. Usually the noises outside were of cars rushing past, or

Jenna wasn’t sure anymore if going to bed and chancing a strange dream would be a good idea at this point.
The reality of the place she found herself in was, in many ways, just as unsettling.
At least in her dreams she could wake up and know it wasn’t real…or was it?

As Jenna fell asleep that first night, she snuggled up to her long lost teddy. Forgetting that she wasn’t ten anymore, she did what she always did when she was young. Rocked herself to sleep. When she opened her eyes,