[Pride In Horror Month] – Shadow Self: A Short Story

Mina parks the beat-up truck a block away and together, we follow the winding sidewalk to the front steps of the old Rochester house, sweater hoods pulled low over our heads. One of the porch columns is sagging, taking the roof with it. It’s a testament to laziness that the house still stands in aContinue reading “[Pride In Horror Month] – Shadow Self: A Short Story”