My Brother Disappeared Along The Oregon Coast, And I Think Whatever Took Him Is After My Whole Family

Calvin looked back down at his raggedy barf which was getting smoked by the dying ashes of the fire.

“Heroin, a lot of it,” Calvin mumbled quietly.

“Shit Cal, he probably fucking lost it and ran into the ocean.”

Calvin shot his head right back up in anger.

“Bullshit. It was your dumb ass fuckin fireworks which took him off the…”

Calvin cut off his rebuttal suddenly.


Calvin didn’t avert his gaze or acknowledge my question, his eyes stayed glued over my shoulder.

“What the fuck man?”

I spun around and saw the blue light right in front of my face.


I dove to the ground next to Calvin. Immediately saw his eyes still looking over to where I was standing.

“What the fuck is that?” Calvin whispered into my ear.

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Jack Follman

Jack has written professionally as a journalist, fiction writer, and ghost writer. For more information, visit his website.

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