Douglas woke in the middle of the night to find his wife missing again. Dinah had taken to doing yoga alone, long sessions at odd times of…… Read more “Downward God – S. E. Casey”
All the Time, the Screaming – Austin Malone The Angler rises, opens his cupboard. He gathers the biscuits and jerky, wraps them in a…… Read more “All the Time, the Screaming – Austin Malone”
The Boy in the Trunk – Nicola Lombardi Paolo was sitting on the stool, slightly bent over, right opposite the trunk. A ray of milky-white light filtered…… Read more “The Boy in the Trunk – Nicola Lombardi”
Enhance your coffee today DISCLAIMER: Deadman’s Tome is a dark and gritty horror zine that publishes content not suitable for children. The horror zine proudly supports the…… Read more “Last Meal of Adonis -S. E. Casey”
Enhance your coffee today Click “Hail Mary, full of grace…” I prayed my rosary. I had done it many times already; I had lost count. My fingertips…… Read more “The Sorrowful Mysteries – Jon James”
Enhance your coffee today Death & Cosmos – C. C. Parker An overcast sky evaporates before a brooding sunrise. Yet my mind’s as clear as…… Read more “Death & Cosmos – C. C. Parker”
I’d been staring at the box for nearly an hour contemplating the consequences of opening it before the time was right. The beer in my hand was half empty, warmer now from being held so long and hardly as satisfying as it had been when I started drinking it. The whole world had gone mad but here I was, sitting in the living room of my little apartment staring at Pandora’s Box and wondering what madness still could be waiting inside. The floor was covered in fresh mud and dirt, streaked brown and green from where I’d drug it inside. I’d vomited twice at the memory of burying it, at the smell that came crawling up through the earth as I disinterred it. It might have been easier to move if I’d had some help and who better to help than my brother? He’d been more than happy to bury it with me two months ago but he never would have agreed if he’d known what was coming, of the questions I’d have. Once it had been done he refused to ever speak about it again so I was left no choice but to dig it up and drag it back here by myself. Even so, I knew I’d be seeing him soon. I was certain of that much.
I knew my mother was sick, weeks before we tried to take her to quarantine. There was no denying it. I first suspected it when she stopped…… Read more “The Night We Aired the House by Chris Campeau”