Works of fiction, horror, and muttering in the dark.
Life was good, Jack thought, as he stepped through the hatch of the bar, and out into the kaleidoscopic light of the promenade. Above him, the neon signs were flashing, advertising the stations' entertainment, adding to the dull buzzing in his head. “GIRLS, BOYS, THRILLS!”, they proudly exclaim in hot-pinks
The banshee shrieks of the beast above tore Rick from his feverish nightmares, reality snapping into focus as a finger of dread touched his heart; what new phantasms erupted into this wretched hell? The leathery flapping wings pushed down the stagnant, fetid breath of the creature. Instinctively, he rolled back