but late that night, after all had left them there to die, a ring came at the door

he came with no warning, only a blinding headlight, so they could not see his face as he slaughtered us

the children found them, poor things, huddled there in a mass of smoldering flesh

the thing about jacob was that he left ghosts wherever we went

armed with their best in show purebred pekinese mojo, they descended from their newly renovated brownstone on west 139th