"In the clutches of a demon-worshipping cult - Chris is totally fucked!"
A Roman gladiator. That was how I felt, like a Roman gladiator, waiting for my turn to die.Although, of course, it was Hashim, stood beside me in this antechamber, who looked the part, with his chiselled, bronze body gleaming with...
"There's something strange about Chloe's mom..."
I’ve been dating Chloe for three months now and she’s… great.I mean, she is perfect, as in, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and she's the most fun I've ever had with anyone. Hell, I don't even miss...
"If Disney made a horror story"
Sara raises her gloved hands to her mouth, warming them through with her breath. Winter will soon be upon them, and desperately she walks through the forest, using the final moments of the fading sun to gather enough herbs to...
The fire in front of them crackled and roared and warmed them despite the crisp autumn air.It was their annual Halloween night ritual and had been since they were pizza faced and still in braces and giggling about the latest...
"Mary Jo and Luke find out if rumors of a haunted cornfield are true."
Growing up in a small Iowa town wasn’t easy. You had to be careful of what you said and did as everything was game for gossip and rumors. By the time my girlfriend Mary Jo McKenzie and I turned seventeen, we...
"Trapped between Nazis and an obscure cult at an underground black metal gig — Chris is fucked!"
Naked, on top of a crumbling castle tower, gazing down on leafless winter woodland, with another’s hand around my throat — this was not how I had envisaged the night ending.“Choose, Christian,” he urged. His words drifted past my face...
I glared at the broken elevator every time I passed it, cursing my landlord as I hauled another box up to the tenth floor. I wasn’t necessarily out of shape, but the workout made me seriously reconsider my new apartment....
"A sociopathic police detective investigates text messages from her long dead lesbian lover."
Detective Erica Vargas wore her gender like a uniform. She looked at the younger woman across the table. The faint gulp told as much as the perky yellow sweater with bright greek letters. Vargas's favorite tell was the makeup marred...
"She died under mysterious circumstances—or did she?"
“Dude, you gotta see this,” Pat said. “Fresh meat.”I rolled my eyes. There were several ways of coping with being constantly surrounded by death and putrefaction, the perks of working in the morgue-slash-autopsy of the forensics department. Pat just had...
