Christopher Charles

Rose Eight Christopher Charles

Rose could feel the person looking at them. Immediately she knew who it was. She felt the small dark eyes penetrating the wood. It was Mrs. Peterson!

Rose concentrated and pushed the eyes back out with her mind. The eyes were becoming weaker. She kept concentrating and pushing hard.

"Stop!" Yelled Mrs. Peterson. "Please stop!"

They heard Mrs. Peterson run from the boat screaming, "No more! No More! If you want them, you have to go get them!