Three men writing Terror stories.
With a Keyboard.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Right Behind You
The Dark Spirit of Daniel is here once again. The children can see him, but they have sworn to hold their tongues. In the latter half of the year, they will gather around trees and whisper to an unseen force. Light is dead, and the Earth has long since departed from us. We are alone, and the ground we stand on is not the one we've known.