WHAT’S A KILLER TO DO?

I creep along the floral wallpapered hallway, the colors muted under the moonlight filtering in from the kitchen. The house is silent, nothing rustles, and I steady my steps as I move. Black-wood picture frames speckle the large print flowers and show the same faces in different places, some smiling, some with definite disdain for …

The Weight of It

Chapter Story - Part One Cold etched its way across the window pane, intricate snowflake drawings under a microscope, while the wind and snow whipped and whirled outside. The winter-art spread, similar to salt dispersing watercolor on a canvas, as I traced my finger along its ever increasing pattern. The freezing pane stung the tip of my finger. Neither …