“The first time I entered their house was the closest thing I’ve ever had to an ESP experience. I could feel a weird evil energy all around me and tears were streaming down my face.”
My mother cost 10,000 dollars. That’s the standard price for a hit. My father was 25,000 because he was considered an “important person” — at least important enough to demand a formal investigation into his death.
ONE STAR: The bitch wouldn’t fuck me after I bought her a $12 drink.
“That’s Mom. She gets LOUD when she’s hungry.” Then she just continued drawing, utterly unfazed.
“A music box was playing inside an abandoned lunatic asylum.”
“Suddenly I realize, there’s someone there. Right in front of me. Inches from my face.”
RL Stine is going to be having a pretty big year.
Guys like Chase don’t look twice at girls like me. It doesn’t matter if we like all the same music.
This time the hand simply presses against the underside of the glassy window. Fingers spread wide in an intimate gesture as though inviting my touch from the other side.