Hi, I’m Bub Richards.” He extended his hand in greeting. I didn’t extend mine back. I was floored that he just plopped down like he was invited. He wasn’t a bad looking man, with soft blue eyes, chestnut wavy hair and baby face, but he had an awful lot of gall.“I’m leaving, nice to meet you, Bub,” I said as I stood up.

Her red hair seemed to turn into flames of fire, and smoke billowed through each ear.

As I pressed the doorbell button it popped off the wall and hung by two colored cords. Obviously it didn’t work, so I knocked.

A concert of emotions and vivid dreams danced around inside my head and I was completely cognizant and aware of my surroundings, and the pain…

With every step I expected a poltergeist to sail down from the ceiling and take charge of my body or find a zombie hunkered in a corner eating Jerry’s flesh.

I went along with his blind scenario. “Maybe, OK, I’m not scared… and you are probably right.” I wondered, do all men have a paranormal block or just Jerry

Through the fuzziness the form of a person struggles to exist, but instantaneously vanishes, leaving a warm, melty feeling inside me. I focus, once more and I can see a smile with straight teeth. Teeth that make me want to climb my tongue inside and feel around. I explore further and can taste sweetness and spice at the same time.

Repugnant, vile, and eerie the memory lay on the plane between my conscious and subconscious; penetrating deep into the folds of my brain…

Yes sir. Oh and this is Sunshine. She’s with…” He cut her off. “And bring me back a cheese steak from Olley’s, extra meat, peppers, and onions” I feared if she messed up his sandwich, he would chain her to a dungeon floor

She flashed me the evil eye, which I found spooky that college professors could do every bit as manically as any grade school teacher.