I enter your room as a chilled breeze while you slumber deep. My translucent hand glides along the wood as I hover near your footrail.
Tag: fiction
Cracked
I wondered as he puttered around, could I kill a man with the strength of my legs? Could I crush the life from his chest—
Mercy
My flight was late, teetering on the edge between life and death. I closed my eyes and considered existence, suspended in this space. My toes
Pumpkin
To hear this story on YouTube, click HERE *TRIGGER WARNING* HORROR: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE I took risks when I was younger. I suppose we all do
The Merwitch of Milkweed Flats
She moved through the streets with swift determination. Down Faulkner Street, then a right on Martin until The Crooked Crone came into view. The morning
Good Demon Bad
Click HERE to LISTEN to an audio version of Good Demon Bad He glanced around for talismans, crosses, or other protective things. Not that they
Julie Kusma, Queen of Horror 