Detective Burns and Lowry hurried down the creaky hallway with weapons firmly drawn. Cobwebs and exposed wiring...
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No, don’t wake up. I’ve been waiting for a quiet moment.
Father Rosso stood over the corpseless head, his beautiful white robes stained with blood. His body was...
Even before I open my eyes, I feel its dark, malignant presence. It stands motionless in the...
“Can’t we watch something more interesting?”
These weird double-people Melody observed from time to time around the house never hurt her, but the...
When I was younger, there had been a few kids in my area that had gone missing...
“Who’s that over there?” Alex inquired, surreptitiously pointing to an arguing pair in the back. They were...
It was no secret that Ms. Madison’s Junior English class was the worst behaved group of students...
“We think the chance of change is good but so far we haven't recorded anything concrete.”
Sophia immerses the podgy quail into a pot of hot water and then starts plucking them. Tufts...
He could hear it. Slowly, cautiously advancing .Building up pressure slowly increasing ever slightly. And then all...
I was home on break. Freezing rain came and went. The cold, however, crossed its arms and...
Driving down the hill I see the same bend in the road the school bus took me...
Paul Finnigan is a short story writer from Ottawa, Canada. He has a collection of short fiction...
