Short story:The House on Broad St., Final Chapter
I went to Larry. “Was the weed laced?” I asked him. He did not respond but stared down at me from his high vantage point. I didn’t even feel a trace of the buzz from either source, now. I glared into his masked face. “Answer me! Was it laced?”Alien eyes stared down at me, and a shiver ran down my... Sign in to see full entry.