Eric
I think I hear noises from the attic, then somebody running down the stairs. I think it was Will, but I didn't see him anywhere. Climbing the stairs to the attic I see Charles and his other two children.
The years haven't been kind to him. I barely recognize him underneath his beard, and his clothes look like they were washed in a dumpster. It reminds me of the homeless people I see milling around Depressing in the early hours. I know some of them by name now. "Charles," I say.
"Eric?"
I nod. "Charles, we have to get out of here. Where's Will?"
"Ran off before I could finish him, thanks to doctor peace and love over here," scoffs the daughter, punching the brother in the arm.
"Shush. I'm in no rush to leave, Eric."
I sigh. He's as stubborn as ever. "Look, I think Will's trying to kill you. He's still here somewhere, and until I figure out where we need to go."
Then all the lights go out.
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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...
