The body of the alleged four-legged freak may have been missing from my mother’s basement, but his blood stain was still there. I couldn’t take . . .
“Hello, is this Mr. Henderson?” There was no real reason for me to pick up the phone. The spam app on my cell called out . . .
“Just a little bit longer?” In my mind, the memory of last Halloween draws parallels to the movie Jaws. A little boy runs up from . . .
There were giants that way. That was all James ever used to say. In the woods out back, down the path to the right, past . . .