My name is Mortimer Lipschitz. I know the name itself suggests otherwise, but I shit you not. That's really my name. I used to wish it wasn't. On all that's holy, I wished it wasn't. But I suppose that the name was never really the...

Jake Thomasson pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down, covering his hand, and wiped away the condensation from the window.Β  It was the third time he had done this in the past ten minutes, but he didn’t want to miss seeing if any cars drove...

β€œChrist,” I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.Β  They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers cleared them away.Β  I’d been waiting for fifteen β€” no, twenty minutes now β€” in my sister’s driveway.Β  Had I...

Nobody believes in vampires.Β  They’re just myths. Old folktales that have been bastardized by cinema, pulp horror and cheap romance.Β  Done to death until they’re nothing but a clichΓ©.Β  Only children are afraid of them, which is a far cry from the fear they once...

I looked at the phone.Β  I waited for the text to come back.Β  It was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes. That hideous face popped up on the screen, with the reply. β€œYou didn't do the last task I asked of you.Β  Now, there will be consequences.” The last...

Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts. But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jittersβ€”not by a long shot. The...

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