Let me ask you something, candidly. Just between the two of us: Do you ever have the urge to kill?
Hanging there, the blood flowed from the incision steadily. But it was, surely, a tiny incision—How could it gush so? Or was it really gushing? Perhaps the… Read more “One Hundred-Word Halloween Horror Story – Day 23”
“Hold him down, men. We must purify him.
One hundred years ago his grandfather had fought in a war.
Her thoughts turned to her husband, as the bus lurched off the edge of the road.
The bonfire smoldered in the cold Salem night.
“Your home is, actually, the worst torture chamber of all” said the Sargent dryly.