The Crimson Collector

The key to my creation was DNA. All of it.

Dracula’s Courier

Another cold night, the chirping of bats and the squawking of dread enveloped me.

“The siren calls and the world spins.”

~ three short tales to terrify, as told by ME! A despicable kook known as The Grim Writer.

Naked in bed, I lay staring. At it.

The group circled a skull on the carpet, seated equidistant from one another with eyes closed and hearts uncentered.

“You understand what we are trying to do here?”

Imagine you live in a world filled with superpowers…

Over the bridge, she walked past the people and between the raindrops, missing them all.

…In the end, every great monster hunter knows — and thus carries with them into every respective hunt — 3 main things.