It must have been his imagination, but Sean smelled roasting marshmallows. Ghosts rarely ate sweets, so maybe fresh blood could be had behind the partition of the next building.
Green Power sounded like a store catering to the newest fad to come down the highway. Instead of seeing recycled products behind his mirror image in the shop window, Sean saw the autograph of a famous serial killer.
Next to the John Hancock, a sign read,
“We specialize in the cartography showing where this butcher lives.”
Sean entered the establishment searching for a map. Maybe feeding on evil men could solve his dilemma and be his salvation…