Doug Hawley

This is the story of my wonderful Christmas in August.  It began inauspiciously when I saw Sally Rich on August 2nd.  She was the CEO of Chasebook, the multi-billion dollar website for stalkers.  She had come back to Burgville for her twentieth high school reunion.  She had dragged her fiancé, Osborne Chatworth the 3rd with […]

Beverly woke up at 2am after doing some self-medicating the night before.  She heard some bumping noises and mumbled “What the hell is that?”   A voice like that of James Earl Jones came from under her bed “I’m the night monster”.   A groggy Beverly slurred “No you’re not; I’m either dreaming or you