Tell Me Something Scary part13
real big at all, but he’s wiry and his neck and forearms were
really well-muscled, as if his job was wringing things out until
they were really dry. And he was evil, no other way about it. He
smelled evil, his eyes were dark and narrow and his jeans fit
really well. I guess he was somewhere around late twenties or
early fifties and probably had a daughter. He got in the back and
we closed up and I said, ‘Where to?’
“‘Left up here. Then just go.’ We pulled on to one of those
roads where like the trees all seem to grow inward and make the
road into a kind of tunnel shroudy thing. Well, it wasn’t
completely dark out yet but because of these trees it was pitch
black on that stupid road. James went to put in a tape. ‘No
music’, said Deac, and he actually reached over and pulled James’
arm back. Really. We just looked at each other but figured it was
some kind of Amish thing. The trees ended but the road just went
…End of the part13. To be continued..