Part VIII That should have ended it. I’d never found her in the dreams, after all. This was the resolution that I’d been pushed to since I was about the age she was. Or had been. Who knows what tense to use when you’re dealing with ghosts? If she was a ghost. She was solid,Continue reading ““Layers Part 8” by Kaine Andrews”
I started down the mountain with my prize.
I began to scream.
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I’m Willie, I’m a Scotsman, and I like horror fiction. A lot of my work, long and short form, has been set in Scotland, and a lot of it uses the history and folklore. There’s just something about the misty landscapes and old buildings that speaks straight to my soul.…
It was almost over.
Even though I knew what would happen… I still had to try.
A warm rush along my leg as my bladder let go.