Nicola Ridd - [new]

She laced up her boots, put the stone back in her pocket, and walked into the dark.

Nicola Ridd didn’t believe in ghosts. But she believed in her grandmother. And she believed that a closed gate, a warm stone, and a voice from the grave added up to exactly one thing: nicola ridd

“Kids don’t go up there,” Danny said. “They’re all on their phones. You’re the only one still haunting that hill.” She laced up her boots, put the stone

Here’s a short story draft for the name Nicola Ridd . The Lock on the Moor She laced up her boots