FICTION/HORROR
I woke up at eight am last Saturday morning, March 14th, to see a text from my…
Gray clouds race across the sky, blown by the north-westerly winds, as Grandpa looks out the window. He searches the deep recesses of his soul for the faintest hint of light.
The sun hovered to the south and east with its light glistening on the glassy waters of the Currituck Sound. Directly across the water, the Currituck lighthouse stood tall and proud…