by Chris Lewis Carter
It’s just after midnight when her screams wake me. Loud, panicked shrieks that slice through my sleep-fogged brain like shards of glass.
“Carl! Get down here right now! Oh my God, Carl!”
I roll out of bed and stumble over to the window. Across the cul-de-sac, I see my neighbour, Mrs. Richardson, bathed in the dull glow of a street light. She’s wearing a flower-print nightgown and has a head full of curling rollers.
“What is wrong with you? Get down!”
Nearly half-way up the light pole she’s standing beside is her husband, Carl, his arms and legs locked tightly around the wood. He’s naked, except for a bright red bathrobe, which is untied and flapping in the breeze like a terrycloth flag.
“Help! Carl! Please, someone, help!”
About the Author
Chris Lewis Carter is an award-winning screenwriter and author who has been featured in dozens of publications, ranging from high school Language Arts textbooks to Stoker-nominated fiction collections. His horror short film, House Hunting, was named an Official Selection at both the 2015 Hollyshorts and Sunscreen Film Festivals.
He lives in Newfoundland, Canada, with his wife, three cats, a stubborn Shar-Pei, and a lazy Greyhound.
About the Narrator
Soccer lover, hustler, audiophile, reclaimed wood collector and multidisciplinary designer. Producing at the junction of aesthetics and programing to create great work for living breathing human beings.