by Jim Stitzel | Sep 30, 2024 | Stories
The key didn’t work. Which was confusing because he’d made the thing himself, and it had worked the first few times he’d used it. The keyhole in the back of her head hadn’t changed. He was sure of that. But then, he was sure the key would still...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 28, 2024 | Stories
The children were shocked. Literally. The bolt of electricity that ran through them should have killed them all. But these children were no ordinary children. They were the children of a demon. Their systems were overloaded, yes, but they were also turbocharged. Their...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 26, 2024 | Stories
I have a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. That’s where it lives. The critter, if you can call it that. It burrowed into my torso, and it took up residence there. All I can see of it is its mouth, sticking out of my abdomen, and it is insatiably...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 18, 2024 | Stories
My toilet bowl is a portal to another dimension. Ask me how I know this. Great! I’m glad you asked. You know how I know it’s a portal? It swirls when I flush it, and I’m not just talking about the water. That swirls, too. No, when I flush, there is...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 12, 2024 | Stories
The tunnel was the only way out. And it was guarded by enormous… squirrels? These mutated little fuckers were the size of small dogs with long, sharp teeth and razor claws. Where they came from we don’t know, but suddenly the trees were full of them, and...
