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The Thread Beneath the Skin When Alina wakes to find a thin golden thread embedded beneath her skin, she thinks it’s a strange hallucination—or maybe a dream. But when she pulls at it, pain lashes through her veins as if something inside her resists. The next night, the thread returns, no longer a single strand but an intricate weave twisting through her fingers. The whispers follow. The deeper she pulls, the more she unravels—not just the thread, but something far worse. Shadows stretch where they shouldn't. Her reflection lingers when she moves. The stitches tighten around her body, threading through her bones and wrapping around her ribs. And the voices warn her: “Don’t pull.” But it’s too late. The weave has already begun. Perfect for fans of The Silent Companions, Caitlín R. Kiernan, and The Library at Mount Char, this eerie, skin-crawling horror short will leave you questioning: Are you still in control of your body? Or have you already been stitched in?
People lie to themselves all the time; they tell themselves they'll be okay or that their life isn't falling apart or that they'll make it out of this alive. They lie while the truth, a nasty, hungry, drooling maw, smiles in their face.
Every night is the same for Claire, An unknown voice is haunting her. What happens when things go too far? Will Claire be able to get away from it?
When the perpetrator of a drink-driving meets with her victim, she is faced with more revelations than she bargained. . .
“They are here!” He screeched. “The Reapers of Mankind! The Decayers of Hope! The Huntsmen of the Apocalypse!” He burst into a strange tongue, limbs twitching in the frenzied vigor of a possessed man, his wails unearthly... and it’s in that horrible, cracked, wilted shell that I find an unaccountable terror. Realizing that the little, trembling shift of sand and dirt and skin is moving, I let out a bloodthirsty howl that the heavens above must have heard. The Giants. They still walk among us.
