She moved in three weeks ago. She sleeps fine. There are no strange noises, but there is one door she never considered. In the ceiling. It haunts her now. When she walks through the short hall, to bedroom or bathroom or living room, she doesn’t always glance up but she feels the weight of it. The...
Nick caught the scent shortly after crossing under the interstate. The walk had been uneventful; they passed a police station, parking lot, and railroad tracks before going beneath I-4. The streets thinned. The buildings grew more dilapidated. Roads and sidewalks were cracked, uneven, littered wi...