I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

inside and started yelling for someone named Ron.

I looked over my shoulder.

The man had made it to the fence but hadn’t come over. He was wiping his face with one hand. Through the slats I saw him look toward the neighboring house, see the lit doorway, then back at me.

Then he vanished.

“Police are coming,” Dylan said. His voice had gone thin and hard.continue reading …