Where No Shadow Stays

No one has tried to kill me yet today.

I add a tally in my journal. If I can go another seven hours, it’ll officially be three days since the last attack.

My pen hovers over the page. I cross out attack. What do you call a gas station attendant who douses you in gasoline and raises a lighter?

Luck alone kept me from becoming Mina flambé. The attendant had already emptied his lighter before the thing possessed him. It never produced a spark. I managed to get in my car and screech out of the parking lot before the orange-eyed man could find another way to burn me alive.