Tink tink tink tink tink….the soft sound echoes through the room. My hands shake, my heart races and my eyes go hazy with unshed tears locked onto his hand gripping the gun handle like a vice. I bellow out in a broken pleading cry dropping to my knees, gripping onto […]
Halfway through her night shift at George Tafel’s funeral home, Anne Loudreinne almost fainted when the dead man let out a sigh which was barely audible yet still distinguishable from anything else. She had just finished washing the body of old Mr. James Tripplehorn and was staring at his wrinkled
