I was sitting quietly on the unfinished floor of the trailer, light from the rest stop streaming through the glass when I heard it, an odd, rasping sound. I stopped my typing to listen. A small drill seemed to be Read More …

Dead mice were the least of it. In the walls and under the floor lurked Decay and a lot less solid stuff than we had hoped for. The previous owner, probably from negligence or haste rather than deviousness, had clapped a new subfloor Read More …