Dear David is back, and so are all the creepy photos.
“My grandfather on his deathbed said, ‘they have no eyes’; still gives me chills.”
She would tell me these horror stories about bad little boys and girls who decide to wander off at night and they never come home. I would ask her why they were called the Liars and she would shrug her shoulders.
“Just a precaution. We do it for everyone.” I pulled the leather padded straps tighter and tighter. “Just relax for me.” I could hear his breathing get heavier as I finished his legs.
“You didn’t hear that little girl singing?”
You’d be amazed at how many people have died in the most innocuous places.
“No motels. No inns, no beds no breakfasts — nobody stays here.”
“It’s not a baby in there, it’s a monster and when you go to sleep he climbs out and talks to me about blood.”
There were memories that I WANTED to forget.
She hoped that this holiday season would be the first one in ten years where the tree didn’t burn to the ground before Christmas Day.