Maya lunged forward and slammed the cassette recorder’s STOP button.
The Gardener was now close enough to touch. He raised the serrated trowel, not like a weapon, but like a doctor about to remove a splinter. Leo looked down. A tiny, pale root was pushing through the rubber sole of his sneaker, curling around his big toe. He hadn’t felt it. It was growing from him. His own anxiety, his hunger for attention, his endless thirst for fear—it had taken root. Urban Legend
Leo raised the cassette recorder. The red light blinked. Snip. Snip. Maya lunged forward and slammed the cassette recorder’s