Out from the basement,A secret none can see.A toy, a pet, a human doll,Tired of feeling this way. It ticks, it clicks.It crawls,Out across the living room floor. It snaps, it bends.It entwines around the spine.An electric current surges,Flesh searing as it stings. The dark stains of evil,tendrils winding through the pink.Thoughts of murder find…
Cylie Blusom walked home from the bus stop uphill, in the pouring rain. Forcing herself to not look over her shoulder the whole way home. The entire walk was all of three minutes if she walked across the street and up the grassy knoll, if she took the sidewalk all the way up, and looped…
There was once a little bird. She had a beautifully elaborate wrought iron cage with three different levels, a fountain bath area, and a door that despite its ability to close was always opened. The cage itself was five feet tall and almost four feet wide. It stood on a heavy wooden table made from…