A Bell Rusted Red
With every step taken on the creaky stairs and every shuddering breath, I knew I was getting closer to death. I could feel it watching me with its dilated pupil, excited and ready to hunt its prey. It had already claimed one soul and I wasn’t going to let it take more. But I wasn’t […]
The Rotting Mice of August
They were unusually many that summer, or maybe, worse at hiding. They seemed to get in everywhere in our old house. We heard them squeak, and I remember the stench when they had died in the walls. The indescribable sweet and bitter-sour stench that had to be waited out, since we couldn’t get to them. […]