"No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace." -H.P. Lovecraft "

Dead things hang from every wall, in almost every room. They even stare down from the walls of the dining

No. More like I depend on my red four-wheeler to get me here to there, and the only glazing over

It was one of those days at the shop. As if a gust of wind had pushed them all inside.

There was something in the way.  It had been like this for a long time—one year and three days.

Am I no more than a bloomed fever hours unchecked, a wilted promise, small as petals on a child’s

The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint

The legend had seemed cute from the safety of her couch. An eight-foot-tall, half-human, half-elk monster haunted the campground, seen

The skin was being flayed from his palms, but he knew he had to keep going. Under a hot Mojave

Winter nights are long and cold in the heart of the snowbelt, that area of southwestern Ontario that has Lake