by Jim Stitzel | Jul 12, 2024 | Stories
Shadows. Little threads of nightmare silk play against the wall of the nursery before they coalesce into fine, delicate fingers not unlike a Black Widow’s legs. These threads, these fingers are chased by thin arms, equally delicate, equally long. Then the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jul 9, 2024 | Stories
“No dogs or cats allowed.” The sign on the door to the library was pretty straightforward. Peter read it once quietly, then once more out loud, as if that would make a difference. “I don’t think they want us to come in,” Paula said, next...
