The man in the drab trench coat walks along the empty road, sniffing at the air. He stops, licks his finger and sticks it up, testing for a breeze that isn’t there.
Shaking his head in disappointment, he pulls out a black notebook from his jacket pocket. Clicking his pen, he starts to jot down notes.
“Callis Cutoff,” he says aloud as he scribbles on the paper. “Site of multi-generational fear. Mostly unfounded, but there have been a few resonant events that have accelerated the decay.”
A wild howl cuts through the trees, snapping his head up. He listens for a moment longer before returning to his notebook.
“Concern a few unwelcomes might have already slipped through the veil. Will double check the area.”
Tapping on what seems to be nothing, but the air around his finger shimmers and vibrates for yards in all directions.
“We’ll have to send in a team to shore up the reality buttresses, make sure everything’s brought back up to code. Otherwise, we could be looking at a total esoteric collapse of this whole area.”
He snaps the notebook shut and slips it back into his pocket.
“And that, would be a paperwork nightmare.”
The Callis Cutoff is an undeveloped side street near the intersection of Germantown Road and Winchester that has developed a reputation for being one of the scariest places in Memphis. Sort of like a suburban Voodoo Village. Sadly, those urban legends became reality when Lorenzen Wright, a beloved former professional athlete, was found murdered there.