It's late at night and you are awoken by a pair of unseen hands slowly pressing down on your bed. Before you can scream, there is a sensation that someone (or some thing) just sat down next to you.
During the afternoon of the eve of the eve of All Hallow’s Eve, Shannon McFarlane stood in the drafty, cold upper floor at For Art’s Sake in downtown Mt. Pleasant with an array of everyday items that ...