Splooge blinked and rubbed his eyes. It was definitely an innocent little wreath. There was no sign of the man who had died twenty years ago to the night.
Dickteaser swatted the wreath away from the door with his sandwich bag and hurriedly entered the security code on the electronic keypad.
He flipped the light switch and cautiously looked behind the door to be sure it was free of unearthly phenomenon before he slammed it shut. He re-entered his security code on the inside keypad and the lock clicked into place followed by a reassuring beep and properly lit LED from the control panel.
Dickteaser Splooge was not easily spooked. However, the image of Jacob's face was still fresh in his mind so he made a point of walking around the cold condo (the temperature was set here at fifty-eigh
