The Moon Speaks, I Listen (Part 1)

The night was smothering and warm, and Dayton Blake didn’t know quite what to do with it. He was sitting on a faded, sunken in lawn chair in a parking lot of an abandoned retail store across from his home. Dayton needed some down time, away from the familiar and stale, but he didn’t trust most people in this town. They were all bored little shitheads that spent any excess cash on, a gambling website. Not that Dayton didn’t do the same, but he liked to diversify his portfolio every now and then.

So he watched his home with a can of bumbeer in his hand. The activity was hypnotic, and he could practically hear the mosquitoes buzzing on the edge of the vast bog he had only explored a few times. Mostly uninteresting swampland with a few horrifying experiences to offer.

Dayton’s phone rang.


“Give that lawn chair of yours a break, meet me you-know-where.”

Dayton grunted and clicked the end call button. He still resented having to upgrade to a smartphone. It had been an annoyingly social month so far.

As the night seemed like it would be one incident after another, Dayton was trying to steel himself for the festivities nature had in store. Glowing green rabbits were hopping along on the other side of the street, no doubt a side-effect of the contents of the vial he had chugged down earlier. So much for a cure. That liquid coursing through his body was just another problem.

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