Category: tales of terror
Superglue Psycho
And finally, I had reached the apex of primordial psychoses - staring at my evil father as he lay passed out drunk on his ancient paisley patterned Sears & Roebuck couch. I sneered wicked at him - superglue in one hand and a finely honed straight razor in the other. Before I committed this deleterious [...]
Death By Cigarette
Afternoon of Terror
The scorching sun poured it’s flesh blistering rays upon my face - a cascading vortex of acidic liquid light - bone charring solar beams cooking my blood into a thickened syrup. I walked down the sidewalk on 28th street, passing a nasty horde of crack dealers and prostitutes. They all stood in front [...]



