The Dark Shadow

Mike turns the steering wheel and parks the fire truck on the edge of the road. He then looks up at the second floor window. “There’s too much smoke.”

I look again. “I swear I saw something.” I tighten the straps on my air pack, open the passenger door and jump off Engine 13.

“Fidel, wait for backup,” Mike says.

“There could be someone in there.” I walk toward the old abandoned home.

“Don’t go inside. It’s just you and me, remember?”

I look up at the abandoned house as black smoke covers the bright moon.





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