The room illuminated once more. This time it was stronger. Everything had become visible as though it were daylight. Her jaw clenched.
The time capsule took a darker turn when one of the girls apologized for the dents in the walls because the family had “a lot of disagreements.”
I took a few moments to calm down a little bit and fully absorb my situation. Something about the whole situation seemed off from the get go.
“Ice cream truck? Oh…” A dawning realization mixed with a genuine, confused innocence crept over her face. “Right, I don’t know where it went. What happened to you?”
My grandfather, Thomas Alexander Burns, passed away two weeks ago.
A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call. The voice on the other end was trembling.
The hold up on Robert Stack’s episodes was so that the distributor could add new updates to cases which have now been solved!
Come to think of it, Capricorns would make pretty good serial killers…
“Played Ouija with some friends and it started being threatening and Satany, so we threw it away in a church dumpster. The next day that church was struck by lightning and burnt to the ground.”
“Probably being beaten and locked outside/in a closet for days at a time. Drinking hose water and begging for food from neighbors. The worst time being in the snow after being whipped by an extension cord (the heavy duty kind) and knocked unconscious having my head kicked into a fireplace.”