Teryl's Tales of Whim~A horseshoe sizzled in each corner of the room, with a spare over the door for extra safety.
They usually ran a little warm; the basement was my favorite winter reading spot for that reason.
I frowned up from my pillow nest. The windows wept with condensation.
I was nothing if not a prepared twelve year old, so I gripped the fire poker I stole from a neighbor's garage sale.
Whatever was trying to get in was going to be very unlucky.
The Doctor