Some people swore that the house was haunted.

We believed it. Set far back on the property, at the end of a drive long since broken up into weeds and gravel, the place had been abandoned about forever. Three stories proud when built, years of weather and neglect had brought sagging and collapse. Now it seemed hunched over, like a kicked dog, black ( Read more... )

"My beard, my beard, it come so fat."

I woke up to Zak softly singing along with the radio as streetlamps zebra striped the car, light dark light. I looked out the window but beyond the asphalt corridor it was just a firefly landscape, darkness punctuated by distant lights with no recognizable pattern. Green numbers floated across the HUD: 3:43. I ( Read more... )