Tagged: Friday Fiction

Did your parents let you stay home alone when you were a teen? What age was it? Did you feel like you could handle it? And did you ever worry that something knew you were home alone?

Ah, I see you’ve returned. So, you want to know where this nightmare is going, huh?

Are you afraid of puppets, dear reader? Do dolls make you uncomfortable? There’s a reason they show up in horror so often.

Ah, you’ve returned. I see you’re a person of a refined palette—a spooky connoisseur.

Today, we serve a slower horror—a two-part course about normal flaking away. It’s as delicious as it is dangerous. As uncanny as it is well-plated.

An open window uncovered by blinds can be a dangerous thing. For creatures that stalk the night, it’s a siren song—a portal to someone’s life.