briscribes
It all started with the pile of bones we accidentally uncovered in the basement. Summer renovations...such an innocuous concept...hard to believe it would lead to my first, and hopefully last, brush with the world we all venture into with our last breath.
The shattered ghost of the ancient pirate ship pulled alongside my tiny skiff. The skeletal crew stood in a long line on its rotted decks, the horrible void of their collective dead stare drilling a hole right through my soul. As one they raised the bones of their right hands, index finger pointed at me in a horribly final and accusatory gesture. Their jaws began to open and I knew that when the chorus of death reached my ears, I would be one of them.