Daemon House

The three followed the tunnel for what felt like days. Their footfalls thumped, but the echoes produced by the obscenely large tunnels were nothing short of monstrous. Ed held the only flashlight, stopping every hundred yards or so to check on the other two. They were his friends. ‘Friends,’ he thought, ‘No, They're more than that... Continue Reading →

Confessions of a People Watcher, Issue #14: Spooky Habits of the Modern People

Directly from the desk of a writer who has no audible voice because his conscious has taken refuge in the corner, silently judging him. It’s sometimes fun to go to war with yourself, but seriously: If you’re someone who tries to improve yourself, there comes a time somewhere down the road where you may find... Continue Reading →

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