Category: Stories

There is a valley in the north mountains where people grow like trees, walk around like men, then lose their features and dry to deadwood in the winter.

She opened her mouth, not to scream exactly, but to acknowledge the creeping terror inching along her spine.

She looks down at the menu, acting as though it is completely normal to have an envelope with $20,000 on the table.

” But they were all just a bit too … friendly about it all. Next morning about half of them were gone—just gone.”

The theatre is full of people awaiting the next film screening at the film, but Dominic’s attention is captured by…

“I found her only a quarter way down the first page: $200 to live in your closet! I clicked on it.”