I’d been working for months on me “Pirates Book Of Very Spooky Stories” but had been set adrift on the becalmed sea of block.
At the top of the stone pole was what looked like an Incan face. I stared at its blank expressionless features and it stared back.
Now he was lost somewhere next door. Somewhere in “the memorial”.
Matatoka, the tiny island nation in the West Pacific, was known for many things…
What island were they on now?
Are you lying in wait?
The exploitation of the dead for fun and profit was a venerable institution, as those who engaged in it were tireless in pointing out.