-Oh my God… The two experienced police technicians had never seen anything like this. There were bloodstains everywhere. On the walls, on the furniture, even in the ceiling. The floor was a crimson red pool. The victim was spread around in little pieces. Some psycho sure had had an amazing time.
They walked around, trying not to step in the blood, but it was impossible.
-Hey! I’ve got a fingerprint!
-That was fast, Pete said. They hadn’t even gotten their equipment out of the suitcase.
-Right there, written in blood.
It was. A big, red stain could be seen on the table.
-This guy must be a giant. He looked down at the hand lying on the floor. -The victim seems to have been normal enough… (More)
She stood there in the widow staring down at him. He tried not to look up there, but he couldn’t. He walked by as fast as he could as he always did. Her narrow eyes glared at him. He could feel her stare in his chin as he passed, holding back not to run. By the end of the road he sent her a hateful glare
From the tower the clocker sees it all. A girl is walking home at night. A shadow is waiting by … More
Look! Paladin said to his mother. A book with Grandpa’s handwriting!
Oh, my! Who would have known grandpa was a writer. And the name, “Tales of the Horror”. Haha! Your dark and sinister Grandpa…
They both laughed. Grandpa had been the funniest man alive, always cheerful and friendly. The only moment Paladin had seen him sad was the weeks after Grandma left him.
He sat down by the desk and started reading while his mother kept organising the old things in the attic…
He watched the sea as the waves came in, he loved the white water stream. The sound of movement, the beautiful wind, the seagull’s repeating scream.
He’d seen the storms, the waves like teeth, giant squids and whales. The Kraken he had felt underneath, the oceans he had sailed.
A child is playing on the ground. He’s running around on the open field, laughing, screaming. His mother is watching from the porch. A beautiful spring day. He’s ground so fast, become so agile.
She looks up. A bird is circling, far above. A big bird. It makes her feel unsafe.
She calls her little son. He doesn’t listen, he’s too busy running around.
The child is further away now. Further away from the threat, though not far enough. Hunger tears her stomach. Her mate is watching the nest. Their eggs. She knows he’s hungry too, and this one would be enough for them both… (more)