Douglass
It's fucking cold. God damn it.
Carson comes back. Guess he didn't find whatever he was looking for. "I'll walk you up," I say, taking out my flashlight.
We pass through the gate again, my flashlight throwing out beams of light ahead of us. The stupid fucking wind makes its way through my clothes, giving me another reason to hate this fucking place. "Wait." We stop and glance backward. Michelle is at the gate, staring at a spot at the back of the house.
"What?" questions Dana. I glance back up at the porch and realize I can't see the flame of Doc Monty's lighter anymore.
"I saw something move," she says, squinting.
"You sure?" I ask. Michelle's a little bit crazy in my opinion.
Dana reaches for her radio. "Hey, Brae, we've got possible movement towards the back of the house."
There's a beat of silence. "Standby," comes the reply. We exchange glances.
"What?" Standby, he said.
"I don't know." Standby.
Dana sighs, biting her lip. She knows that if anything happens we need to be there to back him up. But he said to standby. So we wait. It gets cold during the nights.
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All the Lights are On
Mystery / Thriller"If there was one thing that could throw this town on its head, of course it'd be the goddamned McKenzie house." The McKenzie house stood tall and proud, its walls worn down by time and weather. It sat with windows boarded and shutters closed, with...
