I stare at the strikingly clinical door in front of me, crowbar in hand. I'd had this place inspected before moving in, and there was no mention of it. Nor was it disclosed to me when the lawyer read the will in a businesslike monotone.

"And to David, my home." He described it at my request.

"A 2 story colonial just outside the city." paraphrased at least.

After months of living, I noticed subt...

I wish it would have been a rat. Termites. Hell, I'd take bedbugs. Instead, we had a nameless thing, some undefined terror. These pests might take from you, things or drops of blood. But they leave you in tact. It's been months since we've moved, my roommate and I. But I haven't had a full nights sleep since. Nick is in a worse state than I, still medically recovering as well as mentally.

The evi...