Stories of Old

The room was still as if the air had been sucked out of it. The smell of coffee lingered in the air.

“What?” Kaelie asked her voice cracking on the word, worry in her eyes as she looked at her father.

“How is that possible?” Kieran asked as well, confusion abundant on his face.

“My father told me the stories and his father before him. They were thought to be stomped out but if they’re back….” Vaug