A Memoir of Fear in Someone Else’s Living Room November 24, 1979 Sweetest singing I ever heard. And a feeling like drowning. And eyes...eyes! - Mike Ryerson, Salem's Lot
I was eleven, and the house was so quiet it felt like it had stopped breathing. Downstairs, my family was watching some dumb show - Dad in his easy chair, Skipper curled on his lap, my mother probably knitting, my brother and sister laughing at canned jokes from the set.
Prologue: Clarence’s Watch Heaven is quieter than you’d think. Wings don’t rustle ... they remember. Tonight, I look down at a house where hearts are trying to mend by morning’s slow mercy.