The voice was shaky and hard to understand over the phone. “What was that?” Emilia asked. “There’s a grave here. With my name on it.” Emilia hated the late shift on Saturday. The drunks were always having their little fun, calling the police and trying to pull her leg. “Is this some kind of joke?...
He barely had the strength to open his eyes. It was tough to breathe. A taste of vomit stuck in his mouth. His throbbing head tormented him. A streetlight filtering through the room’s one dirty window revealed some of the surroundings. Old chairs and tables stood stacked i...