Chasing the Boogeyman

by Richard Chizmar

and the words I put down on paper were going to help people make sense of this world.

“It’s like the guy sliced open a hole in the night,”

mutters those three magic words: “You can go.”

five-foot-six, one-hundred-and-ten-pound field hockey player who’d just had her braces removed four months earlier.

Michael Myers’s latest slow-walk murder spree,

Trust me, I’m not that clever. You can ask anyone.

but all the rest—supporting characters, plot points, a beginning, middle, and end—is missing.