The Boy With The Black Scarf *Andley*

To hear old records crackle and try to play something accurately again. To some, it's something beautiful, to others, agitating and annoying.

But to Ashley Purdy, it's the sound of madness. The sound of a thousand memories.

The music was normal as anything in that twisted town that he was forced to stay in. However, not in the house where Andy died. Or, well, was thought to. The shutters had been nailed closed and the doors locked for years, the electric was off and no one had any access through the thick underbrush and weeds to the house. But when the music played, people didn't speak. They held their breath and wondered if he was still alive.

The boy with the black scarf.