
The Collector
*A short story* He tried to warn her… It was a brisk autumn morning and the wind stirred up the leaves as they continued to fall from the old oak tree in front of the house piling up against the for sale sign. It had been a few years since the house had gone up for sale again but it was not much to look at. The grass had overgrown, the shutters were starting to fall off and the porch looked lik…
