Mister

I don’t remember life without her.   Auntie was always there until, of course, I shot her.  I was 18.    The gun?  It was hers.  She kept two, a shot gun her son used to hunt deer with and the little handgun that she used to put away ‘destructive raccoons.’  I …

Insidious

“Michael, I’ve seen him. Your father. He was right, dear, he has returned. I’ve seen him, dear, and I know tomorrow he will come and speak to me.” She was right. He came, and I was waiting. My father was always a hard man, pushing me toward greater things, pushing me to leave my mark on the world.

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