Cowering with a whimper, Gretchen peeks at the piercing eyes that bore into her tender bones like parasitic worms. The rage and hate contained in them are twin storms. They rage black, but the light through the window makes them visible even though she wishes they would remain hidden. In their gaze, she feels naked.… Read more

Out of the darkness, the mist from her mouth covers the shape like a blanket, and for one bizarre moment, it presents itself as a ghost in a white sheet. Floating menacingly above her, she reaches out and pokes it with her finger, hoping it will pop like a bubble of soap. It does no… Read more

The stench hits her like a fist causing her to collapse into a crumpled heap on the carpet. Daring to open her eyes through the cage of her fingers, she glimpses nothing but the big black of the unknown and foolishly thinks that maybe she’ll be fine, that whatever is hunting her has left. Curling… Read more

With the darkness swallowing her as if she were a moth, she flies towards her room as nimbly as she can. The ease of it takes her by surprise, and she can’t help but smile as she traces her way along the corridor guided by the mystical wonders of muscle memory. Only a matter of… Read more

As the whistling intensifies and the building sways from side to side, Gretchen decides it’s now or never. On the count of three, she’s going to close her eyes and sprint to her room. The door is slightly ajar, so she won’t have to stop and turn the handle, and she knows the layout of… Read more

Finding herself in a quandary, the howling winds outside batter the windows of the apartment. Along with the rain, as it lashes down with no sign of relenting, it’s as if the night might explode like a firework. Now and again, it feels as though the walls are shaking apart and that the whole place… Read more

With the feeling back in her limbs, she squeezes her fingers into fists, preparing to bash anything or anyone in her way. If need be, she’ll bite too. Whatever it takes so that she can retreat to the safety of her fluffy, flowery duvet. Puffing out her cheeks, she’s building up the courage to leg… Read more

With her legs numb from a lack of flowing blood, she trips and stumbles as if she were skating on ice. The table in the kitchen is a few feet ahead, and for a moment, she thinks she might be able to cling onto it to stop herself from falling, yet it’s just a smidge… Read more

Scrutinizing every inch of what she can’t see, Gretchen squints and squints some more, hoping to find the source of the disturbing noise. For a period of time she can’t fathom, she sits silently gazing into the void, holding her breath and waiting. All she’s greeted by, though, is the sound of her heartbeat, banging… Read more

Not wanting to flee to her room like a cowardly custard, Gretchen turns her head in search of conflict. The kitchen, as always, is right where it should be. The fridge and washing machine, barely visible in the midnight dark, silently await their next interaction the same as they do every other night. The ghostly… Read more