When I opened the front door, the real danger began. The six-six monster has been haunting my fianc?e for more than a year beneath my porch. His nose was drenched with raindrops while the hairs of his buzz cut stood on edge. I could see by the look on his face that opening the door had been a mistake by the way he had his jacket collar pulled up.
When I attempted to come up with a way to defend myself or warn him away, nothing came to...