Snowball in Hell (part 4)

The death of the owner of the house had long passed from my mind in the weeks that followed the melting snow. In the newly warm weather we’d head down to the park for some pick-up games of basketball, then walk over to the lake and relax by the picnic tables with a cup of italian ice from the shop near the parking lot.

It was during one of these excursions that I caught a glimpse of someone peering at us from the other side of the lake. It was only a split second, and they were gone as soon as I blinked…but I could swear they were wearing pajamas.

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