Downward Spiral by SupremeDramaOverlord

Chapter 10 - I Cheese Off the Cheesehead

Danny's POV~

Silence had never been louder.

It was almost midnight and I lay under the blankets of my - ahem- the bed, pretending to be asleep. I was still wearing my converse and day clothes, eagerly waiting for the right moment. Fighting off the urge to shut my eyes tight and wish that I was anywhere else, I stared at the curtains on the window. There was no way I would be falling asleep. Not if I wanted to escape. I hadn't moved or made a sound since nine-thirty, when the creep had the nerve to give me a bedtime. It had made my blood boil, the way he spoke as if he were my father. Well news flash, I was not his son and I never will be! After a lot of yelling on my part and threats to duct tape me to the mattress on his, I had given him a look that would have churned milk into butter before stomping up into the bedroom.

I was wide awake and my thoughts kept drifting to my family and friends. No doubt mom and dad were creating new weapons that would most likely hurt my ghost half. Sam and Tucker had probably spent the day hanging out and keeping the town safe from ghosts with Jazz. Was she even worried? It had stung a little this morning when Vlad told me no one would miss me until the end of the week. Was it true?

I tried to keep my line of vision focused on the window. It was embarrassing to admit it, but the bedroom was eerie and intimidating in the dark. The full moon behind the curtains faintly casted shadows, obscuring the unfamiliar environment in a threatening appearance. I began to feel homesick for my real bedroom back home in Amity Park. When I was five and terrified of the dark, Jazz had bought glow-in-the-dark stars that she put on my ceiling. It had made me feel safe. Even when I got older and over my childish fears, I still kept the stars on my ceiling. My chest began to ache and my throat tightened up.

Not wanting to linger on these thoughts any longer, I pondered on the day's events. The training I did with Vlad wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Everything I learned today was new and astonishing, and he knew it too. I discovered more about my ghostly half in one day than I had in the past confusing months of guesswork. What's more, Vlad had told me this was all nothing! That I had just barely grazed the surface!

Guilt plagued me when I realized and couldn't deny without lying that training had been fun. No, it was more than fun. It was addictive! After so many long weeks of struggling to get a grip on these unpredictable powers there was finally someone there to show me how to tame them and gain control. Someone who's experienced all these terrifying changes and who knew exactly what I was going through! During training he was able to make complete sense of everything that had been so unexplainable. Not only that but to my surprise he never poked fun at me or humiliate me whenever I couldn't grasp the hang of something. He was patient and carefully helped me until I managed to accomplish the goal.

Yeah the guy was a total nutcase, but that was alarmingly easy to forget, especially when I got carried away in training. It wasn't until dinner when I remembered my situation and how well an actor Vlad was. We were eating my favorite food, fettuccine alfredo. I had narrowed my eyes and demanded to know how he knew this is my favorite.

"Is it?" He had worn a face of false innocence, "I'll be sure to remember that."

That guy was a creep.

Internally, I sighed. If Vlad hadn't tried to kill my parents or kidnap me, we might've been friends. It wasn't fair! Why did the only other person like me in the whole world have to be a deranged homicidal fruitloop?

I glanced at the digital clock on the night stand which read 12:47. Stealthily, I slid out of the bed. I was crouched on the floor, quietly listening for indications that Vlad was still awake. The hardwood floor was chilled under my palms, making me glad that I kept my shoes on. Carefully, I crept towards the door and paused. Leaning my ear against it, I was satisfied when I heard nothing. I knew for a fact that Vlad had gone to sleep not long after he thought I did. Still, I didn't want to take any chances.

My course of action was pretty simple, considering that I put it together in just a few short hours. Besides the bracelet blocking any access to my powers, the only obstacle keeping me here was that stupid shield surrounding the house. To get out I needed to get past it. Back home my parents had invented a sort of box-shaped projector that could emit a force field that ghosts couldn't pass through, but humans can. Vlad had to have something like that around here somewhere. I needed to find it and get the heck out of here!

I took the cold metal doorknob in my hand and after a brief pause, I slowly attempted to turn it. My heart sank down to the floor boards.

He locked it! Vlad freaking locked me in!

Withholding an aggravated moan, I leaned my head back against the door and I hatefully scrutinized the oversized bedroom. Now what? My jailbreak idea was shot down before it even got started. I needed to come up with a new plan. There was no way I was getting back into bed and wait for morning to come. I don't think I could sleep even if I tried to anyway, not with the only other resident in the building being a screwed-up nutjob.

I glanced at the window.

Quietly, I made my way to the elegant window and pushed aside the curtains. Biting my lip, I gingerly placed my hands on the latch. It was cool under my touch from the cold air outside. If Vlad had locked the door, would he have considered locking the window too?

Without any resistance, the window slid open smoothly without making any noise.

My heart raced. I hardly dared to believe it! I happily welcomed the chilly night breeze when it gently blew back my hair. The sound of crickets busily chirping drifted into my ears. Mission Jailbreak was back in business! But my excitement soon melded into devastation. I was a good three stories above the ground. No wonder Vlad hadn't bothered to lock the window. There was no way I was going to jump from forty freaking feet in the air!

Turning away from the window, I sunk to the floor and stared helplessly around the bedroom. I wished Jazz was here. No, I take that back. I didn't want her to have to be here, I wished I wasn't here. If only I could talk to her, though. She'd know what to do. Jazz always had a plan, no matter how bad the situation was. Unfortunately for me, there wasn't a single phone in this house of horrors. Vlad had made sure of that.

I released a frustrated sigh before standing up with renewed determination. I may not be as smart as my sister, but I was no quitter. One way or another, I was getting out of here!

I scanned my surroundings for some kind of idea. My gaze lingered on the bed sheets. An idea popped into my mind. A crazy idea, but it was the only idea I had.

Half an hour later, I tossed a rope made out of a shredded bedsheet tied together out the window. Leaning over the edge of the window, I was satisfied to note that the end of the rope was just five feet above the ground. I could easily jump from there. After making sure the end was securely tied to one of the bedposts, I took a deep breath before climbing over the windowsill. I gripped my makeshift rope with tight, shaky fingers and slowly scaled down the building with nothing but the light of the moon to guide me.

About halfway down, I lost my footing and I gasped as my feet slipped. I nearly lost my grip on the rope and I clumsily slipped a few feet. I regained my hold and refused to look down. I wasn't scared of heights, but I had no desire to see how far I might've fallen.

My arms were beginning to get sore. Tightening my grip and descending a bit more carefully, I continued to make my way down. When I reached the end, I took a deep breath before dropping to the ground. As I fell, I tucked my feet and rolled.

I laid completely still on the ground, listening for any indications that Vlad was gonna come out and catch me at any moment. When I didn't hear anything, I breathed a soft sigh of relief.

The guy could be really terrifying when he wanted to be. When he caught me trying to smash the bracelet with a rock earlier, I thought the maniac was going to straight-up murder me! I mean jeez Louise, Vlad was basically a demon from hell trapped in a forty-something-year-old man's body.

As adrenaline and frosty winds caused me to shake slightly, I stood up and silently began to walk around to the front of the house. My breath came out in soft puffs, thankfully the normal kind. As I walked, I heard the sound of running water. Glancing to my right, I noticed a small river a few yards away. I paused.

I walked over and stood at the bank, watching the rushing water flow down the mountain… and under the shield.

I stared wide-eyed as a new plan slowly took form in my mind. Back home whenever my parents put up the shield, they had to type in a perimeter into the projector. It didn't go under the ground unless they typed in the right coordinates. If Vlad's shield was anything like theirs, then maybe I had a chance to escape by going under it.

I warily turned and eyed the chalet behind me. All the windows were dark and I saw nothing to indicate that the dangerous owner was awake. I was pretty sure that if Vlad were to catch me escaping, he'd be furious. It was bad enough that I was the center of his attention, I didn't want to be the center of his fury.

Looking back at the river, I decided that it was a chance I would just have to take. No matter what the consequences were. I didn't want to be here any longer than I had to, and there was no guarantee that Vlad would honor his word and let me go at the end of the week. I trusted that snake about as far as I could throw him.

Stepping into the water, I had to hold back a gasp at the intensity of the frigid, freezing waters that came up just below my waist. I had to plant my feet and lean back some to keep the current from toppling me over. The rocks covering the bottom of the river were slippery and I almost fell over a few times. Teeth chattering, I waded towards the edge of the shield and lightly patted it. It shimmered into visibility and I could barely tell in the darkness that it ended about two feet under the water. That didn't leave me a lot of room to squeeze under the shield.

Knowing exactly what I had to do, I braced myself, closed my eyes tight and took a deep breath before plunging into the icy river. The temperature of the water was so intense that it stung and sent a shock throughout my body. Gripping the bottom of the shield, I wiggled my torso underneath it. I was halfway through when I felt a sharp tug on my shirt.

My heart thundered in my chest when I realized it got caught on something. I furiously kicked and squirmed and my lungs tightened. Panicking, I frantically tugged and pulled as hard as I could on the end of my shirt. I felt my lungs threatening to burst! As I twisted around, I felt the hard edge of a rock cut into my side.

With a jerk, I felt my shirt tear free from the hold and I jumped up taking deep heaves of air. Coughing and spitting out mouthfuls of water, I stumbled towards the bank. I sank to the ground and trembled violently as the frozen water dripped down from every part of my body. I felt like a human icecube! I pushed back my drenched black locks and looked down at my side. I hissed as I pulled back the ripped edge of my shirt. There was a narrow cut that ran along my waist. Green and red blood was gradually oozing from the shallow wound. I tore off the stained piece of fabric from the side of my shirt and pressed it against my injury. Like most of my body, I was numb to most of the pain due to my unexpected dip in the icy river. But a huge grin widened over my face as I realized something.

I got out.

I got out!

With a nervous but giddy chuckle, I rose to my feet and set off into the dense forest, making sure to follow the river. Maybe it would lead me to a town or a populated lake. It was a good thing I didn't have to be as quiet in the woods since my shoes made a squishy sound every step of the way. The trees were tall and thick, and it was a lot darker since the trees were blocking out the moon. Somewhere an owl hooted forebodingly into the night, sending goosebumps up my already soaked and shaking spine. I knew it was dangerous, but I felt a whole lot safer roughing it out in the woods if my only other option was being under Vlad's mercy. Even if it took me a few days to find a road or a town, there was no way Vlad would be able to find me. The woods stretched out in every which way and he wouldn't know in which direction to search for me. Hopefully I could eventually get my hands on a phone from someone and call Jazz.

I had been walking for about fifteen minutes when I paused. It was quiet… way too quiet. It was like someone flipped a switch and the whole world went silent. The air was so void of any sounds that it was to the point where it felt unnatural. The loud chirping of the crickets had ceased, there wasn't any sounds of nocturnal wildlife that you'd expect in the middle of the woods, and even the leaves in the trees stopped rustling in the wind. The only sound was the almost inaudible murmuring of the gentle flow of the river.

It wasn't right.

As a sinking feeling wormed its way into my gut, I noticed a faint green glow steadily getting brighter from a few yards away. Thinking fast, I ducked behind a bush and ignoring the thorns digging into my arms and face, I got on my stomach and crawled until I was completely underneath it. Having nothing to do with the freezing water still dripping off me, a chilling sensation shot up my spine. I couldn't hold back a gasp as a huge puff of blue air poured from my mouth. I held my breath and clenched my teeth shut to keep them from chattering.

As the glow got closer, I could feel the ground beneath me slightly tremble in a pattern. Almost as if something massive was stomping as it walked. I nearly gagged when a putrid odor polluted the air. My nose wrinkled in disgust. It smelled like decay.

THUD!

Horrified, I stared wide-eyed at the glowing, colossal hairy leg that stood in front of the bush I was hiding under, just two feet away from my face. It was so close I could count all five of the long, black, sharp and pointy claws on the bottom of the foot. My mouth felt incredibly dry. Tentatively, my stare traveled upwards. My jaw dropped as I could feel the blood flush from my numb face.

What. Was. THAT?!

Towering above my hiding place was a massive grizzly bear standing on its haunches. Or at least, I think it was a bear at one time. The matted and grotesque fur glowed a sickly green color, leaving me to guess that the foul stench was coming from the creature. Its face was just as bad if not worse as the pelt. A nauseating black goop oozed from the dull red eyes, one ear was ripped horribly while the second was gone completely, and unnatural deadly black teeth poked out from the jaws covered in what I hoped was red colored saliva. Trying my best to control my shivering, I held as still as I could while the monstrosity sniffed the air loudly.

Ignoring the metallic taste in my mouth, I bit hard on my tongue.

A moment later, the corpse-like thing slammed its front legs down on the ground and if I didn't have my teeth clamped over my tongue, I would have shrieked. As it hobbled away and its glow grew dimmer the farther it got, I released a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

That was way too close for comfort. What the heck was that thing?

Even though I could no longer see the creature's glow, I stayed hidden under the thorn bush without moving a muscle. All around me crickets resumed chirping, the wind rustled the leaves overhead and somewhere in the distance a howl of a wolf could be heard. Great. First mutant ghost bears, now wolves. What's next, murderous chipmunks?

After waiting for a few more minutes, I grunted as I crawled out from under the bush, the thorns pulling harshly and tearing at my skin and the fabric of my clothes. When I fully emerged from my hiding place, I stood up and shivered violently. The wind biting onto my icy wet skin numbed every inch of me to the point that it was unbearable.

Well, there was absolutely no chance of me going back. Nothing was worth that. So sucking it up, I cautiously continued my way through the woods, following the downward slope of the river. I kept a few yards away from the water, just keeping it in sight. I didn't want to have any more encounters with any dangerous animals - normal or otherwise.

After that odd and terrifying encounter, the woods seemed much more sinister. Every shadow looked like a blood-thirsty monster, ready to pounce at any moment and the wind rustling the leaves seemed to my ears like a ghastly creature hissing and whispering threats. I wrapped my arms around myself and focused on the path ahead.

It wasn't long until the trees opened up into a wide clearing. I felt renewed hope rise in my chest. A town! In the moonlight I could make out the silhouettes of about a dozen buildings, many of which had lights in the windows. I could hear a loud noise of a group of people laughing and conversing. My lips stretched into a wide smile. I could finally get help! I could find someone to let me borrow a phone and call Jazz! I'm getting out of here!

I had only taken three steps when an unnatural puff of blue air poured from my mouth. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled like I was being watched and my heart dropped when I noticed the ghosts on the other side of the clearing. There was two of them, both on horses and I could tell they were all ghosts because it isn't normal to resemble giant glowsticks. They caught sight of me and instantly they headed right for me, there horses galloping like lightning across the field.

Crap.

I booked it and sprinted downhill towards the town. One glance at the other side told me that the ghosts were in hot pursuit. Fortunately, the town was closer on my side than theirs. As I got closer I noticed that all the buildings were modeled to look like something out of an old-western movie. I refused to slow my pace as I scanned the area for the most populated location. There was a second story building with lights streaming from the windows and I could tell that the overlapping sounds of voices were coming from inside. I jumped over a wooden sidewalk and all but hurled myself through double wooden doors.

...And instantly regretted my decision.

The moment I had slammed my body through the doors, everyone in the vacancy were stunned into silence and stared slack-jawed at me. I guess it wouldn't have been so bad except for one thing.

They were all ghosts.

There was at least a dozen of them scattered around in what appeared to be a saloon. Some were seated in chairs or bar stools, others were playing poker, but now all of them were gaping at me with startled expressions.

"Uh…" I panted as I eyed them all in horror, "S- Sorry, wrong - wrong room." Regaining my breath, I slowly backed away as they all continued to gape at me. "Don't mind me. I'll… I'll just be leaving now."

"I don't think so!"

I yelped when a hand landed heavily on my shoulder and gripped me tightly. I whirled my head around to find the two ghosts from earlier standing directly behind me, blocking the exit. One thing I noticed instantly was that they were dressed like cowboys. The one who was gripping my shoulder was lanky and blue-skinned. The second was a bit shorter with Hispanic features. His mouth was a thin line with a striking moustache above it. They both looked to be around in their late thirties.

The first one pushed me into the room and forced me into a chair as the rest of the ghosts crowded around me. "Well, well, well," He spoke with a thick southern accent. "If it ain't Plasmius' little brat."

My fear was instantly replaced with indignation, "What did you just call me?!" I didn't really care that he called me brat, what irked me was being referred to as Plasmius' brat.

"Shut yer mouth, vermit!" A short and stout old spook spat at me. I almost laughed at how comical he looked. He was barely three feet tall with a scraggly purple beard so long that it touched the ground. His bushy eyebrows were just as scraggly and they completely covered his eyes. A miner's helmet sat over his head while he held a pickaxe slung over his shoulder. "Yer' not even sp'osed ter be out here!"

"Let me go!" I ordered defiantly to the small crowd of ghosts. I tried standing up but I was instantly shoved back by the ghost who had put me there to begin with.

"I don't think so, ya lil' hoodlum." He growled as his greyish-green eyes narrowed dangerously. "Plasmius wanted us to stop you if you were to ever try and make a run for it."

"So," To my left stood a beautiful lady who was leisurely smoking a cigarette. Her waist looked like it was gonna snap under the pressure of her corset. But her laid-back demeanor told me she was used to it, "Who's gonna tell Plasmius that his kid turned and hauled butt?"

I noticed how they all shared nervous looks with each other. I opened my mouth to voice my annoyance at being referred to as 'Vlad's kid', when a voice that somehow naturally demanded respect calmly uttered, "Excuse me,"

I watched in surprise as the apparitions nearly trampled over themselves to give a short, squat ghost a wide berth as she made her way towards me. I instantly recognized her as the specter that Vlad hired as a cook, Miss Raglan. Once she was in front of me, she gasped at my appearance. I eyed her and leaned warily away.

"Oh! You poor dear! You're soaking wet and shaking like a leaf!" She spoke with an Irish accent as she pointed her finger and a blast of ecto-energy shot across the room and sent blanket speedily floated towards us. I jumped as she placed a knobby hand gently on my shoulder, but I didn't protest as she phrased the water off and draped the thick blanket over me. I clenched the wooly fabric around me, still feeling numb but at least I was now dry.

"Here," I wasn't sure what to say as she placed a tray of cookies on the table in front of me. A heavenly aroma drifted off them. "Would you like some cookies?" She beamed at me with a wide, motherly smile, "They're freshly baked!"

I blinked once, then twice before setting my features into a scowl. I didn't know what her game was, but there was no way I was going to trust that those sweets weren't poison-free. I opened my mouth to tell her exactly what she could do with those cookies before the miner interrupted.

"Cookies?!" He waved his pickaxe angrily, "That varmint don't need no cookies! Besides, why don't you ever make us any?"

The ghosts around him subtlety inched away and it wasn't long before I learned why. Almost as if someone flipped a switch, the kind, affectionate, motherly appearance of Miss Raglan was replaced with something from a nightmare. In an instant she seemed to grow ten sizes taller as her hair burst into violent and uncontrollable flames just like her eyes!

"YOU'RE DEAD AND HE'S ALIVE!" Miss Raglan screech in an ear-shattering volume, "HE NEEDS THE CALORIES AND YOU DON'T!"

The miner shrank away with a fear of dying a second time evident in his eyes. Miss Raglan whirled back to me and I shrieked. She looked just like she did before her supernatural meltdown. She shrank back to her earlier size, her flaming hair cooled down, and giving me a wide, cheerful smile she kindly asked in a voice that was sweet as honey, "Care for some milk, dear?"

Deciding that being the target of this particular ghost's aggression would be an extremely undesirable position, I quickly grabbed a cookie and shook my head, too stunned to say a word. I hesitantly nibbled on the soft sugar cookie. I had to hand it to her, it actually tasted pretty good. She gave me a pleased expression before her features hardened as she turned back to the miner ghost. I didn't blame him when he flinched.

"Now Douglas, since you're so adamant to run your mouth, why don't you be the one to inform Plasmius of the recent events?" Her tone made it clear that it wasn't a suggestion.

Judging by the way Douglas' green skin paled, the idea of interacting with Vlad was not an appealing one. As he stuttered and protested like a cornered animal to Miss Raglan, it became apparent that she was something of a respected leader amongst them. The other ghosts watched but didn't dare say a word in order to avoid becoming involved. From the way they all shuffled around restlessly and shared nervous glances with each other, I came to the quick conclusion that they were all scared of angering Vlad. Not that I could blame them.

But maybe I could use it to my advantage…

"You know," I drawled as I took a small bite out of the cookie in my hand as all eyes swiveled towards me. I tried to sound as innocent as I could, "I wouldn't want any of you guys to get in trouble or anything because of me. How about I just leave and then none of you would have to wake up Vlad in the middle of the night? He can get really angry, you know? I think we'd all be better off if I didn't see you and you didn't see me. Wadda ya say?" I knew my answer when I received glares and pitying looks.

"I'm sorry dear, but our employer gave us orders and must follow them." Miss Raglan spoke somberly with remorse, "I really am sorry." And I had a feeling that she was.

I couldn't stop my posture from deflating. "But I don't get it," I looked around the room full of ghosts, "If you're all so scared of Vlad, why do any of you work for him?"

A few seemed to be offended that I blatantly called them out on their fear of Vlad while a few avoided any and all eye contact with me. The lanky cowboy that had pushed me into the room earlier gave me one heck of a dirty glare, "That ain't none o' your business!"

"It is when you're helping him keeping me captive!" I snarkily retorted. "Vlad's evil and cruel. Why do any of you even want to work for him?"

"Look, kid," The ghost smoking a cigar stepped forward with a hand on her hip, "We don't really have much of a choice."

"Vlad threatens you?"

Her eyes widened, "Goodness, no! He does the exact opposite." At my confused expression, she went on, "Look around ya, kid. Tell me what ya see, go on now."

Still confused, I eyed my surroundings. The room looked like a Saloon from the 1800's, but relatively new. The old-timey chandeliers hanging from the ceiling were in pristine condition, the tables, chairs and bar were clean and smooth surfaced with the exception of a few ghostly glowing drinks and a couple of poker games.

"Well," I began uncertainly, not entirely sure where this was going, "I see… cards and uh, nothing much-"

She frowned, "It's nothing much to you, but to us this is our home. It's all we got." Her impatient tone lowered and turned melancholy, "When times are tough, ya gotta do what ya gotta do to survive."

"But you're all ghosts." I gave her a puzzled frown, "None of you can die, right?"

At once many of the ghosts laughed without humor. It was terrible to hear. Their laughter was hollow, devoid of any happiness. I don't think I've ever heard anything like it and I wished at once that they would stop. Miss Raglan and a few others didn't seem to like the sound either.

"Kid," The woman tossed her cigar expertly into beer mug filled with purple glowing liquid. "Do ya have any clue about what happens when ya die?"

The question caught me off guard. Despite having obsessed ghost hunting parents, I never really gave the question much thought. Hesitantly, I shook my head.

Her eyes hooded, "Well, ya got two options." She held up a finger, "If you're one of the lucky ones, you move on to whatever heaven or hell there is. Or if ya end up like one of us," She grinned bitterly and I unconsciously clenched the blanket tighter, "Your unfinished business holds ya down and ya end up in purgatory. I think you humans call it the Ghost Zone?" She didn't wait for an answer, "Whatever name ya want to call it, it ain't a fun place. A few decades ago, it was almost tolerable. But not now. Oh, no, not now."

I noticed many of the ghosts shift around uncomfortably, a few even glancing around the corners of the room as if expecting for something to jump out and attack them. The woman noticed this too and seemed to have a small guilty pleasure in it.

She smiled somewhat nastily, "Ya ain't never been in the Ghost Zone, have ya, kid?" When I didn't say anything, her lips curled wider. "I've heard about you capturing ghosts around your town and stick'n em back in the Zone. I'll bet ya think you're a real hero. But has it ever crossed your mind," Her eyes flashed wickedly, "Maybe those ghosts that escaped into your world were running from something?"

There was a ringing silence which was interrupted by Miss Raglan, "Alright, Jane, that's enough." She shooed her away while addressing me, "The point is, as long as we scare away trespassers and keep the grounds and house clean, we have a safe and secure place to haunt for as long as we wish. And as long as we follow Plasmius' orders to the letter, it will stay that way."

"I should hope so."

At once, everyone turned sharply to see none other than Plasmius standing in the doorway. His arms were folded across his chest, his eyes burned brightly and for extra effect, he floated a few inches off the ground. Many of the ghosts gasped and all of them vanished and fled the Saloon.

I felt my heart sink down to the floor boards as all the blood drained from my face. Vlad stared dead at me with a scowling glower and at that moment I wished the earth would just swallow me whole.

I had officially cheesed off the Cheesehead.

Here is yet another chapter for your reading pleasure! I hope you liked my ghost OCs. My family had taken me on a week-long vacation to the Colorado Rockies back in August. I got to visit some cool ghost towns which inspired my OCs and the town they inhabit. Let me know what you think about them and which one is your favorite in the reviews!

As always special thanks to Mollie Nail! And thank you to everyone who's fav/followed/ and reviewed. Your encouragement is deeply appreciated.