Last Updated: 3/10/2021
Read Time: 10 minutes
Status: Completed
Augusta has returned to the cottage, but it would appear something has returned along with her…
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Category: Mid-Horror
Full Stop
Synopsis: Jadine drove throw deep snow to get to work at the gas station she manages to find herself face-to-face with a big-shoed psycho. She’s starting to wish she’d called out.
Status: Completed
Last Updated: 11/28/2022
Read-Time: 75 min.
Part 1: Page 1
Part 2: Page 8
Part 3: Page 18
Part 4: Page 24
Part 1: Send In The Clowns
An eerie quiet greeted Jadine, as she stepped through the back door. Only the sound of her own footsteps, sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor, reached her ears. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. Absently, she rubbed them away; stashing her wet coat, dripping melted snow, into her locker as she walked by. The air felt pregnant with foreboding.
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Rats
The air was cold as it blew in through the open window, the scent sweet. The fragrance was the first thing that felt out of place on that late September night. With her palms pressed hard against the wooden sill, Margaret stared out into the cornfield. The only light came from the soft, hazy glow of the moon, alighting only the tops of the corn leaves and the swells of the uneven road. Whatever...
Window
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Lights In The Wakes
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Justice For All
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