We Should Have Turned Back
You hear things. See things. After awhile, you stop knowing which ones are real.
The Hollow Room
Nothing feeds me. Nothing gives me strength. Even hope, when it comes, arrives weak and flickering, only to be swallowed by the dark before it can warm me. The world asks me to keep going, yet offers no reason why.
Static Veins
The whole station seemed to breathe in sync with him. Lights flickered in rhythm with his heart, and somewhere beneath the city, something ancient and pulsing listened back.
We Always Collect
“We always collect what’s owed.”
“The first night is free. But it always costs something. Sleep is sacred. We don’t do refunds.”
Now Serving the Damned
The smell of bodies rotting, the strong musk and odor emanating from everyone’s pores. It smells like a corpse that has been decaying for weeks.