Pulp Horror Novelettes

Pulp Horror Novelettes
Pulp Speculative and Horror Novelettes by Steven Farkas

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The Darkness

It comes and surrounds me like a bat spreading it's wings. The dark has a life of it's own. It creeps along and I feel cold icy hands. Then these hands wrap around mt throat. I can't breathe. Gasp, gasp, gasp, death

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