Dogman

"What does it want, Edmund?"

The current cluster began last month.

I pick up the phone to call for help. The line is dead. The hum starts again, low and vibrating in my molars. DogMan

Edmund was not insane. That was my first conclusion after three sessions. He was coherent, logical, and terrified. His pupils didn't dilate when he lied. His heart rate was steady. He spoke in the flat, clinical tone of a man reciting tax law. "What does it want, Edmund

I made it to my car. I didn't look in the rearview mirror. I drove two hundred miles without stopping. "What does it want