Chapter 9

九

I think the torso had escaped back out to the road. Perhaps was animated by a malevolent spirit, doing its bidding. Maybe I should have kept it in my apartment where it wasn’t really hurting anyone, just being mischievous, mostly.

Out on the road, in the same spot where the semitruck had struck the deliveryman, there’d been a series of strange car accidents where cars’ breaks failed or their lights would switch off at night, cause collisions with other vehicles, often smashing into motorbikes. 8 people died in just one week...

But I’d not personally seen any ghosts for a few days, and the drilling had cooled down to a barely audible hum. I’d been taking pills, so I wasn’t dreaming and was far happier that way.

Marco, who’d gotten heavy into Santeria, had taken to wearing traditional Cuban island clothing and an elaborate charm around his neck made of bird feathers, clamshells, and beads.