The Demon’s Dance Floor
ISSUE #175
I’ll meet you at the wrought iron gate—get there as close to sundown as you can because it only opens once a year. Wait for the moon to crest the roof, then dip down through the hedges to the yard. Creep past the Persian lilies and onto the back porch—go through the hole in the screen door, remember, or it won’t count and you’ll just be in Ms. Crawford’s peeling old house. Through the hole, and you’ll see the red light beneath the kitchen sink. Open the cabinet and crawl in. Down the stairs, thirteen flights, then take the knife to your left palm and open the hatch. You’ve made it to the dance floor.
Go—I’ll be right behind you.
Hear me out—Radiohead is a Halloween band. I think this is important. This is important because, for one of the biggest rock bands in the world, I think there’s still a lot of “I don’t get Radiohead” out there. I was on that side of the fence for like 15 years.