Chapter Eighteen- Nick When I get home from the hospital, I head upstairs to my room and get changed for work. I quickly race out of the house only pausing long enough to make sure that the door is locked and grab my bag to do some homework on my break. On the drive, I get a phone call but ignore it believing it to be one of my parents calling to check that I’m on my way to work. When I arrive at the restaurant, I race in...
Scenario: It's almost closing time and the last call bell has rung. Most of my buds have managed to meet someone new and all that's left are the dregs, and I have never and will never go that route. So I go to the pay phone and place a call. Remember dear readers, there was a time when there were no cell phones. A female voice thick with sleep answers. "Good evening," is all I need to say. "What's up?" the voice responds...
It had been an excellent year for the haunted house project and I enjoyed some notoriety as a result of the house's reputation. I had been interviewed for an article that appeared in the paper along with an excellent picture of myself. A local TV station set up a shoot at the airport. They were there to film Dracula's arrival to kick off the haunted house project. I steppped off the jetway doors accompanied by a bevy of...
