Category Archives: horrorthings

Establishing shot of a dark alley at night. We loom overhead, watching a man run in from the street. Police sirens sound off in the distance, howling over the big city traffic. Close-up on the man’s upper body, but we … Continue reading →

Dear Papa, How are you? I’m fine. Mama teach me how to write. Mind my punk—punkthu—my peeriods and my esclamation marks she says. Am I doing it right Papa? How are you? I’m fine too. Mark hit me again today … Continue reading →

August 14, 2003 “Do you remember what we used to call you back in high school?” Lando hated that Jen asked him this, on tonight of all nights. He hated the memories it brought back even more. He poked the … Continue reading →