Douglass
"Riley, you get your sorry ass back here. Bring a fucking gun." I hang up the phone, shoving it back into my pocket.
It's cold. We advance up the hill again. This time, we're armed with pistols, shotguns, and rifles. We still don't know how many fucking people are in there, and we don't know what to fucking expect. We're all tense. Michelle stopped, eyes widening. It's cold.
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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...
