Sartre said that hell is other people, and maybe he had a point. It probably comes down to how much you have to deal with them. With me, it's as little as possible.
Five men meet up in Abe Yance's trailer one winter night to drink and play cards. But they soon discover they're not alone... (An old story of mine that I've rejigged a bit. Still not sure if it's quite right.) 3,000 words in total - 2 parts