Demons and Other Inconveniences Page 45
by Dan Dillard
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From March until October of that year, he came once a week to cut the grass and keep the yard just neat enough so the neighbors didn’t complain. I don’t know how he got paid for his work because I never saw the lawn-guy speak to her. He never went to the door, and she never came out. We were watching, too.
Every day, starting in mid-May when school let out we hawked that house, little private investigators. From early morning until late at night, someone’s eyeballs were on the property of the freaky woman, all dressed in black. We dubbed her the Devil Woman.
