The Eerie Hall of Records was the oldest building on Main Street that was actually a building, as opposed to a mass hallucination held in place by the will of the people, a ghostly façade concealing an entrance to hell, or a giant municipal meat palace hiding behind a lot of white-washed pillars...

This may officially be my new favorite opening line of an Eerie fic ever. And the whole thing is fantastic. I love Radford!