He’d always enjoyed the A.A. Abernathy books he’d read, but this one was…different. Different in a good way. There was more depth to it, more intrigue, a more complicated plot. He didn’t think it was as scary, but what it lacked in horror it made up for in twists and turns.

A claw in his leg reminded him that he had to feed the cat and probably eat something himself. Reluctantly he bookmarked his spot and rose, only just realising it had grown dark and he hadn’t turned any ...