There's a jar in Rodney's cupboard. One that's been there for as long as he can remember. No one will tell him what's inside, only that it must never be opened. A warning passed on through the generations in his family.
Perhaps there's a good reason not to. It could just be an old jar filled with jam that turned bad decades ago. But maybe it's something more sinister. Something best left undisturbed.
horror
Part Three of the novel, The Dead Kids Club, by Rich Hosek.Make sure to subscribe to my email list at BedtimeStories.studio to be notified...
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