Sometimes a thing isn’t good or evil in itself. The sequence is a thing like this. It becomes good or evil when you touch it. If you are good, it becomes good. If you are evil, it becomes evil. But we humans…we are both. What happens when we touch it?
Sam lay her fingers on the page where those words were written. The man who’d written them had been dead for almost a century. Continue reading
“Saddle up, honey,” she said. “This is just the beginning. You haven’t even started bleeding yet.” Continue reading
“The Meriphim monster is not a cryptid,” I said. “It’s a machine.” Continue reading
Even as there are monsters that hunt us, there are guardians who protect us.
I don’t remember much from when I was seven, but I remember the thing. I remember the fear. And I remember her.