Nathan’s life had taken a turn into the realm of The Uncanny. It started subtly: a misplaced mug, a missing book, his cherished wristwatch disappearing for days only to resurface in odd corners of the house….CONTINUE READING...CONTINUE READING
At first, he dismissed these occurrences as the inevitable result of his increasingly busy work schedule—perhaps he was just being forgetful.
But when heirlooms started vanishing, replaced days later behind dusty curtains or within seldom-used kitchen drawers, the sporadic thefts morphed from irksome inconveniences into an eerie enigma. His circle of friends, ever keen to solve a mystery or at least speculate upon it, had their theories.
“Must be those mischievous kids from down the block,” Tom suggested one evening over beers. Lisa, on the other hand, cast a weary eye on Nathan’s newly hired cleaning lady. “You know, I’ve heard stories,” she whispered conspiratorially. Not one to rely solely on conjecture, Nathan decided to….CONTINUE READING
