Lights Out (2013)

     Another short horror film that has a fun little thrill. Not even three minutes long and it gets the scare across!

     Enjoy the movie and as always, sweet dreams...

The Rake: The Short Film

     The Rake is a monster popular on the internet from Creepypasta where its story was first told. Now it has it's own demented cult following, with several authors partaking in the lore. This story is about two survivors going over what happened during the attack. It's a great short, I suggest giving it a watch.

     Don't blame me for the nightmares!
     Sweet Dreams...

Son of a Preacher Man, Chapter Four (Redux)

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“Hey Takeshi, you alright man?” Henry asked over a steaming cup of coffee, his bristly mustache somehow avoiding the hot drink as the graying detective took a delicate sip of the drink.

Takeshi leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes as he let out a huge yawn. Looking over at Henry with a tired expression, he cracked a small smile. “We have coffee?”

Samuel the Black Warlock, Chapter Two

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“So you think this place is haunted?” Samuel asked his imp, the small creature flapping around his head as it examined the dusty woodwork coming from the ceiling.

Samuel the Black Warlock, Chapter One

Standing in front of the house, it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

“Go to a new school,” his father had said. “You can join the football team there and make it big!”

Son of A Preacher Man Chapter Three (Redux)

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Detective Sato sat at his desk, pensively sipping his lukewarm cup of coffee while staring at all of the crime scene photos taken from the five attacks, trying to find a way to piece together how they were related. From the group of African American men coming home from a night out and the Mormon family in their van to the homeless man found stuffed in a dumpster without a heart or lungs, none of the people seemed to have any sort of connection at all.

Pod from Space Part Three

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The doors are all closed, with the corridor as quiet as a church mouse (though my helmet does muffle light noise, so who knows?) making it difficult to figure out where they would have taken the pod upon bringing the thing into the station.

Son of a Preacher Man, Chapter Two (Redux)

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Officer Takeshi Sato sighed as he dropped into his ragged leather seat in front of his desk. Officer… he thought bemusedly, fingering a shiny new Brass nameplate bearing the title “Detective.” I need to start thinking of myself as more than a patrolman.

Church Mouse, Part One

Waking up, I roll out of bed and plant my feet on the hardwood floor. Bare skin meets cold wood, jolting me awake as I stand up and shuffle over to the door to my room, picking up my glasses from the nightstand. I shower and eat breakfast in silence, merely grunting at my father’s probing questions about my life while Mom asks me how the church group is going.

Party Rock, Part One

The sharp taps of her steel-toed boots echoed through the alleyway as she wove through the veritable maze set between the abandoned buildings. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Jennifer smiled at the sight of her warm breath in the frigid air before her. Slipping a hand into her coat, her fingers numb from the frost of the frigid evening, she errantly tugged on the necklace she’d been gifted by the strange man she’d encountered a few days earlier.