Stories by: Saul Hudson
According to his mother, there were no such things as monsters. There were no werewolves prowling the misty streets, no Vampires stalking the midnight hour, and certainly no masked killers with a vendetta to extract upon witless babysitters. Those things …
Carter walked out of the bright June sunshine and into the coolness of the porch. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, and at first June Winters was just a bodiless voice hidden behind a blur of orange/yellow …
They’re getting closer. So close. God knows I left them enough clues. My name is Frank Morgan, thirty five, and you’ll only ever have known me as The Child Catcher. It’s a strangely apt name, suitable for the likes of …



