Once a normal man, Anton Severin is now a creature of the night. Condemned to wander New York between dusk and dawn, the gnawing lust for blood compels him to roam the city streets for sustenance. He stands in the deep recesses of the doorway to the old manse that …

No windows. No doors. No escape. Compared to other women, I know I’m lucky. I’m the woman who has it all…a devoted husband, a beautiful home, and more money than I know what to do with. For the last ten …

She stood motionless in the kitchen, contemplating her plan of ending him while simultaneously grappling with her conscience. She had plotted and planned this event many times but, somehow she always managed to talk herself out of it. Maybe it …

This morning wasn’t the first I had woken up with scratches on my body.  I noticed that my abrasions also appear after a violent nightmare. But it wasn’t a nightmare of horror, helplessness or sorrow. I still felt powerful, even …

There’s a beacon of light in the darkness, swaying to and fro, to and fro. It’s beautiful. Illuminating. Hypnotizing. I follow it, like I would follow a lover to the ends of the earth. Camping out in the woods was …

The door squeaked as I opened it. Strangely the house was quite dark. There was no source of light except the moonlight shining through the thin curtains of the window. The passage near the door led to other rooms of …

In an old house in the Ozarks there lived an old woman and her dead son. Every night the old woman would make dinner and the two would dine. And every night the old woman asked her dead son, “How …

A long winding stretch of black asphalt weaves in and out of view through dense shrubbery. Amber leaves glided gently across route 25, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Breaking into the sounds of nature, a rusty …

My appearance may be misleading if you are unaware of my story. From the wispy feathers of white hair, the gaunt features and wrinkled parchment yellow skin, you may think my age to be near eighty years. In fact my …

Amid the stormy night, 3-Toad Diner’s blue neon sign glowed as a beacon, attempting to safely guide some lone, desperate ship ashore. I was that ship, Evan Fletcher–was being the operative word. You’ll probably discover that I’m dead now, after …