By Michael Montoure
Read by JC Hutchins
Jack shoved his chair back, stood, backed away, turned at the last minute and carefully did not run down the hallway to the bathroom. He walked, and raided his medicine cabinet for gauze, alcohol, tape, anything that looked useful.
He came back, led Tommy over to the kitchen sink, and carefully pulled the bandages off.
Tommy’s right hand had only the ring finger and thumb left.
By Richard S. Crawford.
Read by Paul Fischer (of the Balticon and ADD Casts).
Most days he could forget the symptoms when he got involved in his work; but the blemish on his neck preyed on his mind all morning, through the telephone calls, reports, and staff — staph? — meetings. At one point he thought about e-mailing his mother at the nursing school where she taught to describe the blemish to her. But then he thought better of the idea; even though she was used to it, he didn’t want to seem foolish if it was nothing but a pimple, after all.
Still, though. It preyed. Each time he thought about the spot, a cold stone would settle in his belly and tug at his heart, and he’d reach up, unthinking, to touch it. Was it warmer than the surrounding skin? Or was that just his imagination?
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By Janni Lee Simner.
Read by Jonathan Chaffin.
Once the light got in, it snaked up the walls, hundreds of little silver strands of it, and the strands wove themselves into pictures.
The pictures were of his parents. They showed Andrew the night Mom and Dad had disappeared, over and over, until the hurt in his chest got so bad he thought he would explode. He tried closing his eyes, but even through closed eyelids he could see the scenes the moon painted — all in silver, with none of Elizabeth’s colors, but sharp and real just the same. He saw Mom and Dad walking down the city street, holding hands, Elizabeth and Andrew just behind them. He saw the mugger jump out of the shadows. He saw Mom being hit and falling to the ground, where her head smashed against the pavement. He saw the knife go through Dad’s chest.
But in the pictures, Mom died of the falling, and Dad died of the stabbing. That wasn’t right at all.
The moon had stolen Andrew’s parents. So why would it draw him pictures in which that hadn’t happened, in which other things had happened instead? Andrew wondered about that for many nights before he came up with an answer.
The moon didn’t want him to know what it had done. Or now that he knew, it wanted him to forget.
Happy Friday the 13th!
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By Paul E. Martens.
Read by Ben Phillips.
Iris said it was wrong of me to have Dad brought back from the dead to work off his debts. But I didn’t ask him to run up the balances on all those credit cards. I think a son should be entitled to inherit something from his parents. Am I wrong?
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