The Day After
The Day After By Bill Hart It was the day after Halloween once again. I thanked my lucky stars that I remained unscathed and had somehow managed to live through another of those dreaded celebrations of Samhain. After finally arriving home from an exceptionally long and tedious day at work, I'd locked all my doors and turned out every light. I wanted nothing to disturb my retreat from the revelers of the day. And I certainly wanted no annoying disturbances from any wayward...