He always shat at night — in bed, when the lights were switched on.
And that always sent his mother into a pissed off frenzy that far exceeded the drama she churned up even during her most tumultuous month end periods. 113 more words
It was foggy the day I left my cabin and ventured to the Forest – superstitions be damned. I wasn’t afraid of a ghost story, but still, the fog didn’t help anything. 328 more words