In our dreams, we've started seeing the phantoms planted beneath our floorboards—and we fear that ... [+]
"It's snowing, Macks," said Jake to his cat. "Come sit by the fire. Snooze on your mat. Just look out the window. It's too cold to play. Let's ride my sled on a warmer day." But Macks was too frisky ... [+]
He was reaching for the top shelf then stopped. He moved his eyes to the next, lower shelf down and chose a jar. His hair was sheet white and his body frame resembled my father, tall and heavy set ... [+]