“Maybe you should seek some help, child,” Tania chimed in as I left work a few nights later. I looked at her oddly. She was part-fae, and I wondered just what help she could suggest. I was shocked when she said, “A crossroads demon.”
Read More“Hmpf. You’re as hard-headed as your father was. You react without thinking things through. For once, gather the information before you chart a course of action. And be careful who you trust. Someone knew we were out here talking to Matthew, someone close to us, I fear.”
Read MoreShow them up? Well, how could I refuse? Could I refuse? I wasn’t sure that I could? I stood there weighing my options, the pros and cons of the situation presented before me. I scratched my cheek as he nervously dabbed at his bald pate with that handkerchief. I really didn’t want to go to Mississippi.
Read MoreI scoff at his attempt to justify his actions. Hadn’t I attempted to justify my actions when I was alive? I honestly think all the hellbound souls do it. It’s how they sleep at night without being plagued by nightmares. It’s how they quell their consciences. What they don’t know and what they find out, as I did, is that they killed that fucking cricket. They only imagine it’s still there on their shoulder, whispering in their ear.
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