The Factory

You walk along the dark corridor, the only light that isn't from your torch filters through the factory windows in fractured patterns. Moonlight. It took you so damn long to find the place that the sun started to set just as you entered the tired iron gates. Underfoot are crisp wrappers from candy long abandoned, … Continue reading The Factory →

There’s A Thing in the Corner

There’s a thing in the corner. You can see it in the dark by the door. The wind moves the curtains and the moonlight streaks across it. There’s a thing in the corner.