Fossil Lake: An Anthology Of The Aberrant - Plot & Excerpts
In fact, I wish it weren’t true. Four years later, there are still nights I lie awake in bed, unable to escape the memories of the horror I encountered in Apartment B. I wish I could tell you just what it was. Maybe identifying and understanding whatever it was could help me forget about it, but I have never been able to offer an even somewhat satisfying explanation for what I saw that night. Consequently, I hold out little hope of you believing me when I say that every word of this is true. It began when I rented a room in a dilapidated home with a couple of friends I’d met on Craigslist. I could hardly afford my share of the rent, as I was barely scraping by on my disability check. But the price was right, no background check needed, and, honestly, I had nowhere else to go. It was a great place though, an imposing Victorian row house, tall and narrow with a turret rising three stories above the street.
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