Chapter Six
Unlike living people, Debbie and her family didn’t sleep.
Night was generally a time of restful contemplation, when they listened to Mother sighing faintly and resisted the urge to turn on the television. In years gone by, nothing good aired at this hour anyway. Many stations played the national anthem and promptly signed off.
These days, television was an altogether different beast. A thousand channels. Or, nearly that many. And they aired quality shows in the middle of the night, not just B-Grade monster movies like they did in the old days. Attack of the Giant Grasshoppers, spacesuits made of tinfoil, even the odd splash of beach blanket terror.
A wave of nostalgia passed over Debbie. She was about to share her thoughts with Carl when the stairs began to creak. She
