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.
…the flow ended with a painful death.
Carmilla is now my absolute favourite story of all time.
Alexis Chateau Heat and sweat. That was the sum total of summers at Gravestone Hill. Thankfully, Kevin had no shortage of cars, and trucks, and trains to keep him busy. Video games were fun, too. But most days he stayed inside, cooling off while books transported him to a universe of dragons and fairies andContinue reading ““Keeping Secrets at Gravestone Hill” by Alexis Chateau”