When one thinks of a romantic weekend, one imagines ax murder. Usually avoiding it, but tastes vary.

In a small community, alien takeovers, portals to Hell, and demonic murder cults can better establish a foothold.

Dawn through the window woke me. I placed an extra pillow over my face to block it. When Amber woke, she panicked that the ghost children were smothering me. She was not going to stop the ghost children, but she was going to observe and record. Even at the expense of my life, she figured I would rather have been a part of the paranormal, particularly if it made for an entertaining story at her murder trial.

Like any man, he had no real protection from an unsolicited kiss from a pretty woman, even one he had just murdered.