Stories tagged “Mythos”
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Brushing Hair
“Mommy, please brush my hair,” asks the little girl. A rough gasp. Clothes rustle, wood rasps, something rattles. Floor boards creak, and there comes a sickly-sweet smell. Long fingers grasp the little girl’s hair, and the brushing be...
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In these here parts, a tolerable day.
Clarice ran. It was catching up. The shambling horror that had pursued her throughout the night was right behind her now. “Help”, she sobbed, through her rasping, gasping breathing. “Help Me!” Her pursuer remained just out of si...