Jolting from my bed, I strangle myself from the covers and throw myself at the door. Screams are drenching the house, floating through the veins of my home. I wrestle with the door, unlock it, race down the steps, following the screaming. Hannah and Les are vanished. I wheel around at the foot of...
Wholly needful. Her lips move in a bare whisper: “What are you thinking?” He bites his own lip and doesn’t answer for a moment. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.” She pulls her jacket tighter. “It’s cold.” Anthony Barnhart Dwellers of the Night 214 “I know. But I don’t notice it so much.” “I thin...