A Familiar Shiver Down My Spine
The Story of Ghost Law | Chapter I
The house was just as I remembered it. Weather-worn shutters. Tapioca-colored siding. A disgruntled roofer hanging onto the gutters, screaming for his life.
Yes, everything seemed to be exactly where I’d left it — including the cold shiver running down my spine. It seemed not even two decades and countless parking tickets…