The officers spread out, two of them moving down the hall with the slow, deliberate pace of men who knew they were on the hunt. The other two stayed in the kitchen, their presence heavy, oppressive, like the storm outside preparing to tear the roof off the place. Stanley tried to appear relaxed, casual, but […]
Chris descended the stairs, each creak of the old wood like a countdown to something inevitable, something sinister. His eyes locked on to the scene below: his son, pale and wide-eyed, was huddled close to Mary. The brute—no, not just a brute, more like a caged animal, muscles twitching with barely restrained violence—paced back and […]
The room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief as the brute stormed away, each glancing furtively from face to face. “The boy called you dad?” Stanley finally asked with unapologetic calm, as though he wasn’t sharing the living room with the disemboweled carcass of his wife’s closest friend. The leader gave a disapproving […]
My name’s Walter. You probably don’t know me, but you may have heard me playing the guitar. You wouldn’t know it, though. I’m a studio musician, mostly playing at Modern Recording on Chicago’s South Side. When they want someone who can do that old Motown stuff, sometimes I get the call. I play live two […]