That night after Sophie fell asleep I got Joe's book out from under the bed. I looked at the cover in the lamplight. The black rabbit seemed different somehow. I could have sworn it had been facing towards the book's spine, but now it was facing the other way. I shivered, and quickly opened the book so I wouldn't be able to see the rabbit.
Sure enough there was a new chapter there.
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Hotel Ambrose
FantasyTwo runaway children steal a baby and attempt to raise it themselves in the world's most haunted hotel. To Ben and Sophie the abandoned hotel seems like the perfect place to hide. No adult will ever find them there. Within its strange walls they ca...
