Alright, I am almost positive the guy’s name is Patron. I talked to my landlord again today, this time with Marigold herself. She said there were a lot of mixed signs. One guy (Tony) had dark hair ’til the day he died. One guy (her father, Patron) would be wearing a suit and might be… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 3
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Lost Confessions: Living Room 2
So I asked my landlord. His name is Mentor and he is one of my best friends, my beer drinking buddy and the guy I talk football with. I told him I am seeing a ghost and this good buddy of mine laughed at me. “You been hittin those Millers pretty hard, have you?” he… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 2
Lost Confessions: Living Room 1
It is happening in the living room for god sakes! That is kinda funny if you think about it, lol. He isn’t really scary. He is kinda boring looking. He has short hair and is sort of balding. He is wearing a suit. He has a bag or a briefcase with him. I can’t really… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 1
Smilin’ Jack, Part 4
Darkness and Job’s couch. I was asleep, and though lightning and rain raged out beyond the door, I was safe. Safe from homelessness, safe from starvation. But barely. Job had opened his house to me, had lent me succor from the streets. But I could not work. I was too far gone for that. I… Continue reading Smilin’ Jack, Part 4
Smilin’ Jack, Part 3
He never left my mind. Between the first and second time I saw him, I had let him drip away into vague memory. But this time was not like that. I waited for him every time I closed my eyes, looked for him everywhere I went. The idea that this demon might just walk up… Continue reading Smilin’ Jack, Part 3
Smilin’ Jack, Part 2
I had forgotten, but my senses hadn’t. When he showed up again, I felt him stalking me. It started as a tickle, as if a dead finger scratched along my spine. I rose from my bed in my dorm room and dressed. The room was hollow. My roommate moved out long ago to other rooms… Continue reading Smilin’ Jack, Part 2
Smilin’ Jack, Part 1
I spent the morning with my love, and when afternoon came, I sent her away with a few regretful kisses, and curled up in my bed to sleep. Night shift called for me to go to sleep late on Sundays. Darkness often greeted me. I tumbled and rumbled across the landscape of my bed, fleeing… Continue reading Smilin’ Jack, Part 1
