May 16, 2019
May 13, 2019

In the dark, a tarnished door knob turns painfully slow. The hand that twists it is a patient one, one with years of practice.

April 25, 2019
April 12, 2019
April 5, 2019

There was darkness, thick and inky, all around me. And there were other things in the darkness with me. I felt their fingers, or claws, tearing at me, it was the most awful sensation I’ve ever known.

March 28, 2019