“A line of damp photographs dangled from clips along the clothesline, which stretched above the bathtub in the motel bathroom. As he studied a drying photograph in the makeshift darkroom, Freddy rubbed his chin. His insistent need to cling to the old ways of doing things sometimes paid dividends. One thing you missed in digital photography was the way a photograph magically appeared from the foggy background as the development process continued. And for someone as good at that process as Freddy,... there were moments as the picture emerged where otherwise hidden details stood out. One of those moments now stared him in the face. Freddy had been photographing the Henderson House compound for the last six days, from as many different vantage points as possible. He hadn't known exactly what he was looking for, but before he set foot on the property he would. One thing he did know; the more he watched the place, the more he felt that he was peering at one of those old horror movies, the ones shot in black and white.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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