This morose procession ends in a massive, lightless cavern, in which the disfigured persons are forced through an arcane and painful transformation ritual that results in the addition of several new limbs, all twitching and bleached white as deep sea fish that have never seen the sun. Then, the procession attendants serve coffee and yam pie.
Author: Lorna Dickson Keach
You Have Been Visited By the Weasel of Sorrows
Suddenly you hear it—a little knock at the door. Soft and slow, near the bottom. After a moment, there’s a tiny cough.
That’s Not a Stray Cat
A lurid purple appendage stretched out of the thing’s mouth, rolling like an alien tuber towards the tuna, sucking it up and catching the ceramic plate on fire.
Short Short Review: “The Woman in the Hill,” by Tamsyn Muir
Even when it’s all told in hindsight, the action of “The Woman in the Hill” is good, the pacing is perfect, and the imagery is everything I want out of an ancient, faceless evil buried in the depths of the earth eager to make innocents disappear.
That Thing Standing Behind You
There’s so little to eat, the icebox is empty
Is it too much to ask to dine with a friend?
The Snuggly Dead
Arturo’s body was never found, and that was all well and good because after getting chased around by that chainsaw-wielding maniac, he could have really used a break.
There’s a Big Demon Alligator Sitting on the Lawn
And the neighbors glared at you, of course, because they think it’s your fault.
