Things Slip Through

Welcome to Clifton Heights, New York. Just another average Adirondack town, and nice enough in its own right.Except after dark, or under the pale light of the moon. Or in a very private doctor's office at Clifton Heights General Hospital, where no one can hear you scream. Or on a road out of town that never ends, or in an old house sitting on the edge of town with a mind - and will - of its own.Maybe you shouldn't have left the interstate, my friend. Maybe you should've driven on to the next town.But you didn't. You saw our sign, turned down our road, figuring on just a short stay. And maybe it will be.Or maybe you'll never leave.Anyway, pay a visit to The Skylark Diner. I'll be there. Pull up a chair and let me tell you about our town. It's nice enough, it really is.Except after dark. Or on cold winter days when no one is around, and you're all alone...