Coyote Nights

Matt Shaw trudged into his future: job, marriage, homeownership, expensive acquisitions. In spite of his growing indifference, it seemed too late to turn back. Then Hannah crashed his Halloween party, and before long, nothing else mattered. "Go on," Matt said, leaning back, trying to act relaxed, as if he'd heard a couple hundred "how I became a vampire" stories. "It seems like there's fog in the row of trees at the back of the cemetery. Like a fog has come up suddenly. It's hardly ever fog...