By Derek McCormack. On a dark and stormy night, individuals sporting full-body ponchos and broken umbrellas traverse to the far edge of a wizened wharf. A wharf unpretentiously covered with a century's worth of nautical accoutrement and jutting out nearly a quarter mile into the freezing waters of Cape Cod. Upon reaching the very end, the travelers find a homely shack"dark, damp, and creaking as each new gust plays u…
SOURCE: HowlRound at 09:00AM on November 5, 2017