A young boy asks a girl he barely knows to do a terrible act and she does.
I knew the way to his dad’s headstone as though it were my own father—wish that bastard was dead instead of just gone, but luck falls on the beautiful not the brave.
But the possibilities of a dead thing are endless in the minds of teens.
Take this as a warning: shut your blinds, you never know what will come knocking.
“Only those who want to go home can. You just don’t want to be alone.”