The Haunting of Killian McKay
By Leigh M. Lorien
It was raining, and the Rockland house had holes in its roof. Of course.
It figured, really. His entire career on the line, his entire future teetering on the precipice, and Mother Nature decided to piss all over it.
Killian sighed as a crack of thunder rolled across the sky. The noise would ruin his recordings. They’d never get anything good with the goddamn heavenly bowling team up there rolling strikes every thirty seconds.
Helen’s voice came over the walkie-talkie on his belt. “Think it’ll blow over before dark?”
“Probably f*****g not,” he replied.
“Hey,” she said. “Don’t stress. It’s ambiance.”
“It’s bullshit is what it is.”
She didn’t reply, but he knew she was probably downstairs laughing at him. He returned his attention to
