It happens when your alone in your room, for a brief moment all background noise fades away and you  hear your named called out by your mother. you get up and go to her to see what she wanted, but …

“You can’t watch it, sweetie.” “Why? It’s summer vacation so I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.” “Well…” Mommy wiped her hands on a dishtowel, and turned away from the sink. “…you’re still little, and the show is…” “What?” …

“Uncle Edwin.” “Mmph.” “Uncle Edwin.” “Wha…Bebe…sumthin’ the matter?” “No.” “Why’d you wake me up?” “I wanted to tell you something.” “What?” “I watched you while you were sleeping.” “Hunh. Damn it, something bit me.” “You want some pink itch cream?” …

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 …

Portents? There were no portents. The thing came in its time with no foretelling. Death and winter had been the dismal tests of my character. My Libby died on New Year’s Day. I wanted to, but didn’t. When Spring rolled …

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 …

It came to her in a simple box. There was no writing on the outside, no labels that hinted at the contents inside, just the traditional brown cardboard, sealed shut with the untypical silver swath of electrical tape. The return …