Welcome to Anderson. Over there's the movie theater, open evenings and weekends, but don't expect any of that R-rated trash. Ma's Diner is on the corner across from the newspaper office. Sheriff's office is down the street, not that you'll ever need it.

It's pretty quiet here and that's the way we like it.

One thing, though. Madge Duffy murdered her husband John last week, or thought she did. She spent the night in jail but then John walked out of the morgue none the worse for wear. And there's a bullet hole in Deputy Haws' shirt that he can't explain. Come to think of it, quite a few odd tricks have been happening lately, ever since the new preacher came to town. He's talking "miracles," but I don't know.

Something's going on in this town of ours. Something that makes your skin crawl and your teeth grind in the night. I don't know what it is, but I'll tell you this:

It scares me.