The Goat

The discomfort she felt was not a result of his touch or even the overly tight metal restraints that cut into her flesh. It wasn't even that she had been tortured for days upon the slab, unable to move. These were all traumas, to be sure, but nothing was as unsettling as the goat that…

Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – President Seymour Wellington

Jacob Aldrich Hanover, I need you to start making preparations immediately. My journey has been unexpectedly suspended. I and many other poor souls seem to have become trapped in the Old Milkridge Tunnel. I've been firing off so many letters that I'm not entirely sure how long I've been trapped down here, nor how long…

Shadow Demon

Hi. My name's Sammie. This is going to sound crazy, but I'm pretty sure that something is planning to kill me. I don't know what it is, but he's been toying with me for years. I say he because that's what I can most assume from its shape, but honestly, I don't know. What I…