A Horror Tale That May Or May Not Chill Your Bones
"Did you hear that?" Sanders said. I looked up from my journal and listened. We had been traveling for several days now from London and we were headed to Oxford. I was going to take up the position of English professor and Sanders was taking up the position of university custodian. We had stopped for the night in a small inn, a mile or so away from a village we had visited earlier in the day. A lot of the villagers were inbred so we didn't feel safe staying there but the owners of this inn, a middle-aged man with health problems and his wife, seemed sane.
"There was a bang downstairs," Sanders said, gesturing to the outside of our room. "I think it came from the kitchen."
"They probably just dropped a pot or a pan or something," I replied, returning to my writing.
"Oh," Sanders said quietly, before returning to his paper. "Did you hear Putin took the Russian presidency?"
"No," I said. "I didn't know yo