Grim, but Interesting ! — C. Grant Maxwell

First Chapter of another Morbid Ink Story

“What do you think?”

Thomas Norton stared at me with a mischievous grin. I sighed, then finished my tequila martini.

“About what?”

“The place is freaking dope!” He insisted. “You can bring in all the weed vaping and magic mushrooms you want.”

“Come on, you’re feeding me a load of crap,” I finally told him. “Nobody gives nothing away unless you have to do something. Seriously, are you into necrophilia now?”

Scowling at my response, he cursed me.

“Damn it, Nate. You always act that way when you don’t have an answer. You know that’s freaking gross. I was there and there were no corpses around. It’s a crypt and the atmosphere that gets the place so freaky. You know, I believe your answers are part of your cognitive dissonance.” He pulled out a cigarette and started tapping it on the table.

“You hate psychology, and this place is non-smoking,” I reminded him.

“I’m not talking about death,” he ignored me and put the cancer stick to his thin lips. “Well, not really. I tell you the stuff is so great. Scarlett claims its souls intertwining with one another. Or at least it feels that way. It’s a fucking high you can’t believe. You’ll see…