Just your everyday horror writer & game designer
Chapter 1: Skulls
"Lay it on me, Dan. Why am I really here? You and I both know, I don't do Missing Persons. All my cases involve actual bodies, not hypothetical ones. Why waste my damn time here in BFE-Wisconsin?" Donkirk looked over his shoulder checking to see if any of the local law enforcement were in earshot before whispering "In a place where people are born with banjos?"
It Was Easy
It was an easy choice... She always sent me outside. She'd smile, hand me whatever toy was within reach and send me out into the yard. She'd make sure that I was in sight from the window. She'd even give me a carton of apple juice. Mom was thoughtful.