I found myself at an antique shop. A place I have no interest in being in. I was compelled beyond reason to enter. The door was hiding a darkness I had never seen before. Not quite gray, not quite black, but dimly lit enough to beckon one inside looking for ...
James awoke to the sound of thunder rattling the windows, rain hammering the roof in sheets. He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. 3:33 AM. “Shit,” he muttered. Why does it always have to be three in the morning? Never once had he slept until the alarm. He thumbed ...
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