Ghost Story K.R. Schneider The children in the village tell a story - about the house at the top of the hill. It’s quiet now - for the most part. Its bricks are worn. They crack and crumble. It was a grand house once, back when the first Mr. and Mrs. Underhill were alive. Before the fire. Before Maggie. Servants in every hall; lamps lit every room. You could see the lights all the way from the edge of town. Bright, warm lights. The kind of lights that gave an impression of...safety. Or an illusion anyway. I’m not sure it has ever been safe there. In the house at the top of the hill. The house knows too much tragedy. Like the night they all died in the fire: the Underhills. Well...all of them except Thurston. Like the night that Margaret Underhill went swinging from the widow’s walk. It was something like ten hours before the paperboy notified the authorities. People thought her husband would have found her. But...the cracking of lightning on a tree branch and the snap of ...
ROAD TRIP K.R. Schneider There are a multitude of things that can be done in ten hours. You could listen to American Pie 70.2 times, get anywhere from 12 to 20 colonoscopies, watch 27 episodes of Will and Grace, make approximately 15 birthday cakes, die from oxygen deprivation to the brain like 86 times. And let me tell you: any of those things would be better than spending six hundred minutes packed into a vehicle with three of my four jerk siblings. I've never been entirely sure why, after my mother gave birth to the travesty that became my older sister Denise, they didn't just give up on humanity all together, but they decided to have another four goes at it. So I guess they either didn't think Denise was the incarnation of evil or they're just really bad with birth control...both options kind of make me want to puke. INTRO: Life in a family full of siblings you detest is tough enough, but ten hours in a car with the T-Swift loving, mood-swing having Denise, ca...