It was well after midnight when we slowly rolled onto Bourbon Street. Strangely, the stars weren’t out and as far as I could tell, there wasn’t any cloud coverage either. The sky was a vacuum of blackness. Farther down the street, there was a heavy cloud of fog. Right away, I sensed an eeriness that lodged in my throat. I didn’t like the look of this one bit.
I cut the lights, hoping we’d go unnoticed. The street was vacant. Not even the locals were to be seen. The air felt nulled as if the atmosphere suffered from depletion of oxygen. Sulfur lingered in my mouth, along with the stifling humidity. Not the usual Louisiana sultry heat, but something else, something unnatural.
Once we reached Val’s bar, I spotted the sign that once lit the sidewalk with its bright neon lights. Now only one
