A few days ago, Adam Gainsburg concluded that he could revive things. Looking back, he wouldn't be able to tell you how he arrived at that conclusion; it simply clicked with him one day as he was walking home from school. He would always take the backroads through Shadowbrook Canyon, from Shadowbrook Middle School to the small trailer home his Dad owned...
"It's a creepy-looking village," said Beth from the backseat.
"What's so creepy about it?" questioned Elaine, her hands tightening around the steering wheel. She flashed an uneasy glance in my direction.
"Well," I said. "For starters, it's a random village in the woods...in the middle of nowhere. Beyond that, it looks like it belongs in a different century-"
Way to go, Todd, brilliant move on your part, get trashed at the bar, take the train home, blackout (like you always do!), and wake up in a town that you've never been to before.
Moron.
I flashed a final glance at the conductor before stepping off into unknown territory. I exhaled and I could taste the assortment of booze on my breath. God, I'm a fucking d...
“What do we got?” I questioned, shutting the car door behind me. The summer heat hit me with full force, my shirt collar soaking with perspiration.
Detective Harmon clicked his tongue and nodded his head, “Caitlyn Becker and Paul Stapp, both seventeen. Stapp’s younger sister, Jenny, age fifteen, came home and found the two frozen solid, both with their hearts removed.”
I nervously watched as Detective Anders reviewed the manilla folder in his hands. His eyes moved from left to right, his mouth doing rapid movements as he read the information. Detective Anders was young, he looked to be my age, maybe a little bit older and at certain angles, he looked younger. He eventually closed the folder and placed it on the table, and that’s when he brought his focus to m...
I did my best to ignore him, I was in dire need of sleep and at the moment I was wide awake. I never realized how loud of a snorer Ivan was until this evening. He’d been my best friend since the third grade and I came to this horrific realization while spending the night with him in a tiny camping tent.
I also realized that I hated camping. I hated the p...
