Dracula’s Courier

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

{Lovecraftian}

{Command Humanity, their creation run amok in A.I., or their shadow in Monstrosity to entreat The Old Ones to help you rule the world}

~ essay on the primordial terror of the xenomorph and the Alien series.

~ a poem

“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.

Imagine you live in a world filled with superpowers…

The night sky bore down, from far above a canopy that already stretched high and away, beyond them and their inane conversations, lives.