Paul opened the door wide and allowed whoever was on the porch to enter. He still hadn't said a word.

A tall, thin man entered wearing a black, wide-brimmed hat. The brim was so wide that I couldn't see his face. He wore a trench coat. Who the hell wore trench coats these days? And who was it?

"Paul," the man said.

I could see the man's severely deformed face, and it scared the holy shit out of me. His face was covered in coarse black and gray hair, and his ...