A short story

The Devil’s Top HatMaybe it was that damned hat; maybe it was my imagination, but regardless of which, my short conversation with the Devil that terrible night, changed my life forever. It was a sweltering 30th of June 1978 in Bakersfield, California, and had started out as any other normal Friday night. It ended however, in the early morning of July 1st, amid the hellish screams that accompany limbs being torn from a body. Two bodies in fact. To this day my guilt is consummate: for I had bee...