Chapter: 14
This isn’t a huge secret, but I hate golf. Growing up I was told that it was a game for overly affluent white men; made popular so they could have at least one day where they didn’t have to wear a suit and take crap from their wives. I never learned the game. I didn’t have to.
If I had a family, I’d be at home with them, making sure they knew the world was full of monsters and protecting them. These idiots came out here to generally conduct business as usual.
Only without the suit.
There were more important things—even without the supernatural getting involved. “Just another thing to have nightmares about,” I sighed.
Despite my contempt for all things golf and yuppie, I was nevertheless standing on the 6th hole at the North Ridge Country Club. Today this place was packed w
