The Carlton Theater

By Andy Betz and Samantha Fowler Part One: My life as it was My employer, Mrs. Oliver, assigned the duty of a visual inspection of an older movie theater to me.  I was to look around and walk about and give her my written report by the morning.  While her decision would not be basedContinue reading “The Carlton Theater”

Foundation Repair

By William David Higgs III He had been repairing foundations for fifteen years, but it only took him fifteen minutes to decide that it was the worst condition he had seen a house in. It’s a miracle this place is still standing, he thought. He prepared to turn around when he heard clanging metal followedContinue reading “Foundation Repair”

Visiting Mom

By Seamus O’ Leary Nubs drove his grey 1990 Lincoln Town Car through the toll plaza on I-90 in Chicago, while holding his cell phone to his ear with the three fingers of his left hand. “I’m going to visit with my ma. I’ll only be a little bit, and then I’ll meet you there.”Continue reading “Visiting Mom”

Serial Killer: George Howard Putt

By Chris Bunton It was 1969, in Memphis, Tennessee when George Howard Putt showed up and went on a month long rape and murder spree. Folks who lived at the time said that this was one of the scariest summers they could remember. The tensions were so high and no one knew where the savageContinue reading “Serial Killer: George Howard Putt”

A Blast From The Past

By Jason Smith As she opened her front door Trena didn’t immediately recognize Glenn, he’d changed so much. The last time she saw him his hair and beard were long, he was wearing a Baja Hoodie, black jeans, scuffed boots and a trench coat. Now he was clean shaven and his hair was short andContinue reading “A Blast From The Past”

The Dead Girlfriends

By Gratia Serpento Being dead is less than it’s conked up to be. It’s like you’re in a screen, a simulation, there’s a divide between you and everything else. Everything is mild. Any food tastes bland, and I could eat a ribeye and a celery stick and not be able to taste the difference. There’sContinue reading “The Dead Girlfriends”

Gorehounds

(Or The Case Surrounding Crystal Woijick’s Supposedly Lost Death Tape) By Cindy Pereira “You don’t look the type of the girl that’d be into this shit,” Raoul Davenport says with a condescending smirk. Yeah, and you look exactly like the sort that jerks off to it and watches the Columbine surveillance tapes on loop. IContinue reading “Gorehounds”

Drunk Tank

By Dick Johnson Carl awoke. His head hurt and the light was bright. His memory flooded back to him, and he realized where he was. He was in his underwear, and lying on a concrete bunk in a room with almost zero features. There were fluorescent lights in mesh glass above, grey rubber walls, aContinue reading “Drunk Tank”