If I were the sort to believe in alien encounter conspiracy theories, tonight would have been one of those evenings to cement the paranoia. Unseaonably warm weather has gifted us with a steamy fog sitting high in the sky - well, it seems high to me, but what is five feet four compared to several thousand feet of vertical climb? As I was walking home from work I glanced a bright light out of the...
The rest is silence
I was walking home from my grandmother’s earlier this evening, and it was peculiarly quiet out. Despite the cold it was too early to be so silent. It was almost Stephen King-like in its creepiness. There was cold and wind, no people, no cars, and nothing besides the rustles of leaves but creaking signs and gates. I’d have been hard-pressed to imagine any life but my own was stirring. ...