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“It’s getting worse, Sal,” Kravitz whispered, though they were the only two in the garage.

Sal did the only thing a sensible Holbrook auto glass repairman could do. He didn’t smash it. He didn’t run. He reached for his oldest tool—a brass-handled suction cup his father had used in the ‘70s. He slapped it onto the center of the glass, heaved the whole thing into a steel drum, and filled the drum with two-part urethane epoxy resin. The stuff they use to glue skyscrapers together. auto glass repair holbrook

But as he locked the front door, he noticed his own reflection in the showroom’s display window. For a split second, his reflection didn’t move in sync. It smiled—a wide, needle-toothed smile—and tapped its finger against the glass from the inside. He didn’t run

That night, Sal closed up early. He put the resin cube on the highest shelf, behind the dusty boxes of old weatherstripping. He told himself it was over. The stuff they use to glue skyscrapers together