Bill Occam was dead. They said it was open-shut: Textbook suicide. While you didn’t agree, you just wanted to put this nasty chapter behind you. Just clean out his apartment and move on with your life. The hallway seemed never-ending. To most people, it was just another hallway leading to another rundown apartment. To you, well, you might as well be falling down the rabbit hole. You stand frozen outside of his door as a feeling of dread washes over you. “What is wrong with me? There is nothing to be afraid of,” you think. You steel yourself and open the door…
Reviews
No reviews