To her, a car was like a submarine. One could be safe from the supernatural within a steel frame and tempered glass, but it was the monster’s world out there.

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.

She hated anyone who clung to the supernatural when the natural was perfectly serviceable.