She saw the circus flyer pinned to a lamppost on the corner of the dilapidated street where she lived. She paused, only for a moment, it wasn’t the kind of neighbourhood it was safe to pause longer in, but she was hooked. Now, all they had to do was wait and one thing the damned
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She heard the music, Danse Macabre, and then she knew, she wasn’t alone… Sadie Gray entered the competition by accident really; she was having coffee alone after a long morning shopping for a new, but cheap, sofa when she heard someone at the next table reading an article from the local paper. When they’d left,
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In 1799, on an elegant street stood a house of ill-repute, where men would pay for the favours of the Haymarket bawds inside. The girls, cloistered away from the world, much as their sisters at the convent were, lived a life of servitude, but with no promise of redemption and no faith to guide them
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He called it his hidden place and he never showed anyone where it was. As he grew-up, he forgot its existence, blanked out everything he’d seen there. Some things you should forget, some things you shouldn’t. This story is about Gil’s hidden place, where evil lived and dead fed off the living. “Shut up you
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