Marcin’s Story

Heather hated the winter months, always so cold, wet and dark, but this evening was going to be different. Heather normally spent her evenings in front of the computer chatting to various different people, this is where she met Marcin. He was the nicest guy she had met and tonight she would have him all… Continue reading Marcin’s Story

The Scene

And there’s blood everywhere… worse than the smell, sticky looking, shiny, wet, scarlet… blood soaks the walls like paint, dripping… only it dries faster than paint. This is fresh… too fresh… too late; they were too late, 10 minutes… 20 at most… two open doors, which one to choose? Both gaping maws… both roaringly dark…… Continue reading The Scene