Three houses I can't explain. A caretaker's house off Highway 10 where I was not alone in that basement. My Grandpa Bob's house, and the figure in the top window. And my dad's rental above a garage that made him sick every night he slept there.
I'm a third-generation gas fitter — I deal in what's real. But some calls stay with you.
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