You're standing in the dark. Something cold and metallic presses into your palm — a box, ornate and beautiful and...
It's your birthday morning, and you're six years old. The wrapping paper is everywhere, your mom is smiling with that...
The campfire is dying. The other counselors have gone to bed — or snuck off to the lake, or into...
It's October 31st, and the street is empty. Too empty. The jack-o'-lanterns grin from every porch, but the trick-or-treaters are...
Your eyelids are getting heavy. You fight it — God, do you fight it — but they keep sinking, and...