Before You Wake: Three Horrors

by Adam L.G. Nevill

Frank acknowledged that he was vanishing from the world entirely. Becoming a thing withered, gaunt and grey, shabby and less substantial. Anxiety about money, finding the right kind of work, his future, isolation – all of it was intent on reducing him to a ghost.

‘You can’t afford to make enemies when you’re already at the bottom.’

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.

Working from seven until eleven and providing a service to the general public would make a saint irritable.

Just as you never really knew what was going on behind a face, you also had no idea what a home really looked like behind the façade.

‘Life is full of repetition,’ the man eventually said. ‘Same bad things keep happening.’