This is the fourth and last part of my horror series Not Spoiled by Water. The other parts are called … More
This story is connected to my earlier post Not Spoiled by Water – The Supper, and part of an ongoing horror series. They can be read individually.
Gunnhild couldn’t find her little boy anywhere. She went up to the old tree, he sometimes liked to play up there. She couldn’t find him. She looked under the house. Nothing.
She walked down the path towards the firewood shelter. Her father was there.
-Have you seen Peder? She asked.
-No I haven’t. Maybe he’s down by the lake?
The lake. She looked over her shoulder in a fast movement.
“Be careful down by the lake, little Peder. Something might just push you under.” Her brother’s words… (More)
This is the sketch for my first post, The Apple Grove. I made the illustrations faster back then, and skipped … More
The future was dark. He had seen it. It was even worse than the present. Worse than the past. He … More
She ran down the street in terror. A hideous clown was chasing her. Evil eyes. A grin of destruction. Suddenly … More