W.R. HeustisHe answered the phone just as the power went off and the line went dead. He turned and faced that which he feared the most: his twisted, contorted, an…moreHe answered the phone just as the power went off and the line went dead. He turned and faced that which he feared the most: his twisted, contorted, and defiled countenance reflected back at him in the mirror that fractured the moment he killed them all.(less)
W.R. HeustisA couple of Thanksgiving ago, someone broke into my writing studio. They took unusual items and ones with a specific taste for art. To this day it is …moreA couple of Thanksgiving ago, someone broke into my writing studio. They took unusual items and ones with a specific taste for art. To this day it is uncertain who did it or why. My studio is only known to a few people so it does narrow down the suspect list considerably. (less)