Written By R.M. Garino

Rose saw she stood in the center of the street. Heading back or continuing forward would take as long. There were no alleys to turn down, only one long road, dark and silent.
Rose did not like it.
Oh no, not a lick.
People were dying lately. And not from what they usually die of in a poor coastal town.
Not sickness that, not like the little mouths at all.
Folks are dying, and they're found chopped up. They say it's the same fella who does it every time. Every chopped body c...
Published on December 25, 2019 11:06