The Cold Inside
By AL BRUNO III
Thursday January 26, 1995
Greg’s hands seemed to search for a weapon of their own accord. The first thing they found was a meat tenderizer. For a moment he goggled at it in disbelief and then walked into the garage.
The figure was half-naked and perfectly still. Its skin was blotchy and stretched tight over a bony frame; the mouth hung agape, watery eyes stared out at nothing.