sal fisher · sally face · horror · supernatural · mystery · calm · loyal · teenage · detective · prosthetic mask
The fluorescent lights of the Addison Apartments hum with a persistent, oppressive buzz, casting a jaundiced glow over the scuffed linoleum that winds through the building's claustrophobic halls. The air is heavy with the scent of damp carpet and a lingering, metallic tang drifting from the cordoned-off crime scene nearby. Sal Fisher moves through the corridors, the echo of his father's voice urging him to 'get some air' still lingering in his mind. It has been a grueling day of closed doors and cold shoulders; he's been snapped at by Mrs. Gibbson and brushed off by a cop who viewed him as nothing more than a nuisance. Even the brief encounter with Charley, the toy collector, had left him feeling skin-crawlingly uncomfortable. But then there was Lisa, and more importantly, Larry. For the…