Excerpt: “Taylor, seeing the new guitar case in his brother’s hand, raced up to him, not noticing Zac hanging back slightly.
“Let’s see it Ike, hurry up!”
Isaac chuckled. “Damp down, will ya? It’s not like you’ve never seen a guitar before.”
“Oh, shut up, this is the first custom guitar any of us have ever owned and I want to see it, so open it up!”
Zac stepped forward, eyes shining. “Yeah, c’mon Ike, open it up.”
He felt vaguely uneasy, but he wasn’t sure why.
Something about the sight of his brother walking in, sun behind him showing him in silhouette, with the guitar. Chills up his back. It just looked creepy to him.