Before You Wake: Three Horrors

by Adam L.G. Nevill

Our entire existence was contingent on forgetting horror. Maybe the repeated infractions of our species were a direct result of us not remembering the horrors of our past infractions.

The man who emerged from number 129 came out with a smile that Ray found disproportionate to the prompt arrival of a taxi at his address. He wasn’t wearing a coat and his feet looked too big for the pair of brown slippers at the end of his legs.