The Easter Jackalope
As a rookie paranormal researcher, I knew better than to hog the campfire. Even if my orthodontist practice paid for all of our gear. My place was to suck my hydration tube and listen. Jameson raised a flashlight to his chin. “I was driving down Highway 11 when I saw a pair of antlers in the middle of the road.” Jameson cleared roadkill for a living. He’d noticed a spike in calls around the…
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