Well here we are again folks, yet another late, late night, the house is quiet, everybody is tucked up in bed and we’re steadily creeping closer and closer towards Halloween. Meanwhile, I am slowly beginning to feel myself changing as I morph into some kind of low budget version of Rod Serling (although if the truth be known, these days I look more akin to the Crypt Keeper from EC comics Tales From the Crypt!) Still, I intend to make good upon my promise of presenting a piece of weird fiction each evening as we head towards the biggest day of the year for horror aficionados. So, without further ado, here is tonight’s offering. Picture if you will a man obsessed with the direction his life has taken…
.reversed birth is just death for, her inside up crawled then mother unearthed he time the until, twit twoo owls, tick tock went Clocks. up count not countdown a ;backwards life live to chose he, time of quickening the by sickened and decay daily the delay to Unable. death just is reversed Birth
Holding Steven by RE: BIRTH
Until tomorrow night, when you just might want to keep on the lights….