The chains are cold in my hands a mirror of the night air. My breath comes out in visible clouds of smoke. “Do you remember how many times we used to come here?” My voice carries, but I don’t expect a answer. Not tonight. Not ever again.

This was silly. A stupid attempt for comfort. I was just gonna end up drowning in my sorrow even more then I already was. No matter how much I pleaded for his com...

The scratching was constant. Why was it always persistent? I could slowly feel my mind slipping as annoyance made itself present. This was a new house it had good reviews, and was cheap and affordable. What had my luck finally run of the road and into a ditch.

It always came from the basement. The skittering scrape on concrete. It could be heard from my room like the sound came from right below m...