Woodrow

Jack Watson can’t sleep.
Maybe it’s the awful nightmares of faceless specters and bloody bathtubs that haunt his dreams. Maybe it’s the bullies at school that won’t leave him alone, or his parents’ crumbling marriage. Or, maybe, it’s the neighbor girl that lives just across the street. The one who he saw murder one of those bullies.
Did he really see this murder though, or is there something else going on? Something, maybe, in Jack’s head? Something that exaggerates the strange goings on in Redcreek, New York.
So much for starting over.