” I could hear rapid typing in the background.“Is anyone injured?”“Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure the mugger’s dead.” More typing.“I have d...eputies and paramedics on the way. Please stay on the line and wait where you are.”“Roger, dispatch, please inform responding officers that the intended victims are a couple in their mid 60s. I’m a white male, 5’10”, 160 lbs with gray hair, wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts.” I paused to let her typing catch up with my monologue. “My wife is a white. Don't worry about it yet. Just do your best to take in the wonder of the infinite space above you. The work will wait. For truly the first time, I realized that my inner monologue always seemed to take on the voice of my grandfather, who'd died about 18 months ago. I suppose my subconscious stereotyped him for his tidbits of wisdom he had never seemed to run out of and decided it would be natural to hear things in his voice.As I continued to look up at the stars, it felt like something inside. “Damn! Good find buddy!” Luke enthused when he saw Jason’s discovery of it.He quickly wished for the comment to be taken back, when he saw what was inside. Jason walked from an ordinary basement, into a room that could only be described as a torture chamber. Inside were various implements and pieces of furniture that were used primarily for torture. Even though he’d turned on the light to illuminate the room, he could feel the darkness emanating from this place and shivered at it.“Dude, I feel. "I... I went to Houston that's all. Just to visit some friends of mine that will be attending school up there."Sara sat on the couch across from him. "Well I'm glad you had a good time honey."Jake looked around for a moment. "Where's dad? At the church?" Tom Morgan was the town's reverend at a local church.Her lower lip trembled and she burst into tears. "No. He's in the hospital."Jake almost jumped out of his seat. "What? Why didn't you call me on my cell phone to tell me?"Sara shrugged. "Well.