“Dead Girl’s Dance?” I repeat, wiping down one of the many tables at the coffee shop in the student union. Looking over my glasses, I stare at the girl who’d come up to me, asking if I wanted to go with her out of the blue.
Friday, January 2, 2015
Thursday, January 1, 2015
"I remember last century in a far more favorable light than this one," the Ghoul remarked, a party hat perched stickily atop his rotten skull. Rolling, bloodshot eyes turned to peer at the Editor, who was already going over a few new stories the Ghoul had pulled from his collection. "Well?"
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Up from my crypt and getting ready for the New Year (here's hoping that 2015 is a good one for this bloated cadaver!) when I notice an odd little article on a site I frequent just to motivate me more to horror stories.