I called 911 again, but they said there’s nothing they can do. Now I'm crouched down in the dark behind the couch with a gun pretending I’m not home. Fucking neighbors! Oh sure, the property has been abandoned for years, but you know how it is...Nature eventually takes over, and it ain’t exactly quiet about it. Every goddamned night they’re over there whooping it up, but ever since deputy Miles went missing, the cops won’t go near the place. And how about poor old Mrs. Bisbee? She was warned to mind her tongue, then she was found trampled to death a couple nights later after her fiery allegations at the township council meeting. The papers claimed it was her penchant for seasonal eggnog consumption, but we all knew the truth. As for me, I shouldn’t have made that call but dammit, I have to get up early for work and this sleep deprivation thing is killing me. Ah shit! I just heard glass breaking at the back door. I hope my ammo holds out… It’s scarce these days and I only have a few rounds left. I should have stayed in the city. It’s safer there.

     

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