
Back when I had a record player. HSS-CRCK-POP!

“No!” my little sister shouts. It's her room and she's scared.
“Last one,” I lie, cross-legged on a Garfield-colored rag rug. I can't listen alone. Because of the nightmares.
The yellow-orange Fisher-Price record arm surfs vinyl. MONSTER SERIES, POWER RECORDS. All caps.…




