Tag: The Ghostly World

September 19, 2019
September 5, 2019
July 18, 2019
June 17, 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 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.