masterofal17

For some context before I start, my father is a very observant man. Or at least he likes to think of himself as one. When in the house, he prefers to have his eyes on everything he can at all times. He has this set-up of mirrors on either end of the house, each opposite to the other. He says it gives him a good line of sight throughout the major areas of the house. I never really questioned it, besides they make it easier to watch T.V from the kitchen. Late one night I was up to grab an ill-advised midnight snack. I’ve always had horrible eating habits, though fortunately my metabolism has always been valiant enough to allow me to return to my usual figure even after many mindless binges. Regardless though these urges are hard to ignore, especially when the nights stretch long with little reprieve. That night however I saw something in those mirrors that my father has spanning the length of the house. Or rather, something standing in front of them. It was a tall figure, pale and

"We love you, Savanah!" "I love you, too!" Twenty-nine-year-old pop star Savanah Georgia waved to the jubilant crowd outside Rick's, Atlanta's most exclusive honky-tonk. After posing for the paparazzi, Savanah beckoned to her longtime boyfriend, Chad Sampson, who trailed her like a puppy past a velvet-roped stanchion and through a solid oak door held open by an equally solid-looking bouncer. Crossing its threshold, Savanah pivoted to give a final address to her adoring fans— "God bless you all!" "Fucking leeches," Savanah muttered as she continued down the dark corridor that led into the brightly lit club. Fortunately, her harsh words were drowned by the sounds of The Dixies, the upscale juke joint's house band. "Good evening, Ms. Georgia." Guss Davidson, the club's maître d', greeted the couple with a nervous smile. "Your usual table?" "As long as no one's sitting in it tonight." Guss chuckled, then cleared his throat. "No, not tonight." The well-heeled host guided the