“You remind me of her,” Susan whispered from behind me.
There is a myth that horror is a genre that only men and boys read and write. I think this partially stems from an outdated idea that women cannot handle blood and violence.
Although I did most of the work around the farm he never allowed me to feed the pigs.
The single candle looked to still be lit in that room. I thought I could see the shadow of someone standing in there next to it.
“Katie, Katie, wake up. Katie, you have to go now. Jake is coming for you. RUN! Now!” I knew that voice. It was Shane.
“What you will see on this video tape is either a spirit or the work of a demon…”
Goodnight world, sorry about the mess. Something is clearly wrong with me.
“My girlfriend asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.”