Am I cold, or is the world cold? Is this shivering last-ditch attempt at physical survival or existential dread or the presence of something even more monstrous than me out there in the dark? I'm
The cold arrived in the middle of summer. Seth first noticed it first in the hallway, a narrow strip of air that seemed to separate the living room from the stairs. When he crossed it, his skin prickl
Dear Dreadful Diary, I may have made a mistake. Edward was to visit today, but in the hours leading up to his arrival I felt this unimaginable dread. I knew he arrived before his knuckles even reached
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