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

Staring at the gooey blob that had once been a delicious cookie, she brings her hands up to her face and inspects them as if seeing them for the very first time. Licking her fingers, the chocolate still tastes good despite its melted form, so she wiggles her tongue like a worm and licks her… Read more

With her left eye open the smallest of slithers, she sees the fake logs glowing before her, their glow illuminating the room, yet not bright enough to penetrate the nooks and crannies where darkness holds sway. The heat blasting from the heater continues to prick her face. Squinting, she realises she’s been crying, and the… Read more