Wait for the Thunder: Stories for a Stormy Night

What was it about those tumbleweeds that didn't seem quite normal? How could something be walking around the walls in the next motel room, especially with that many feet? What could be sinister about a child's game of hopscotch? What did those old town legends mean, about what might have been buried in a certain cellar? That face in the window had always been far, far too large, and could it still be there after all these years? When had it really started, the folktale about the turtle and ...