It wasn't much to look at when I pulled up to the place, but it was somewhere to sleep inside with heat. It looked to be a hundred years old, and the dingy white paint was flaking off the siding. The grass in the front yard was all but gone, and black dirt was all that was left, other than the shitty cars, trucks, and vans. My truck would fit in perfectly, I thought as I shut it off.

I left my clothes in the front seat and grabbed my guitar. I made my way up the rotten wooden steps to the door and knocked.

"Come in," I heard from...