Kenneth Bernoska

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“Someone is at your front door.” My eyes shot open. It was 3:48 a.m. I sat up and grabbed my phone. I clicked open the camera. I nearly dropped my phone when Home Boty slowly rolled toward me from across the room showing the image from the front-door camera. The speakers suddenly started playing. “Hello, darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again…”
Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror
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