Short Stories
The Scarecrow
Evil is conceived and born in the darkness of the abyss. It will fester there until it finds its way into the light to wreak havoc on the innocent, to feed its insatiable appetite to kill again and again, for its own selfish pleasure. – So shall it be written…Read More.
The Sandman
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take”
“Did you say your prayers, Michael” asks his father.
“Yes, father I did”.
“Great, then let’s cover you up good for it is a cold one tonight”…Read More.
Drusilla – And the Feeders of the Night
In the bleakness of night, evil abounds in the shadows. It thrives on fear and seduction as it attempts to lure the weak minded by enticing them with promises of the fantasies of the flesh… Read More.
A Conversation with The Demon
I was born in the year of our Lord in 1735 in Stockholm, Sweden on December 12th or 13th, I am not sure exactly. For I was abandoned at birth and left on the steps of the Riddarholm Cathedral. Lucky for me I was found by one of the priests of the congregation and welcomed as a member of the church…. Read More.
The Four Eyed Raven
“Come on Mary I don’t want to be IT …again” bellowed Clark.
“I was IT two times in a row, now it’s your turn”, answered Mary.
“Ok but this is the last time”… Read More.
