The vault is open. Fisch has some flash bangs he snagged from when he was in special forces. He tosses one through the open door. We cover our ears. Inside, civilians are sprawled out on the ground. Powder hangs in the air. The windows are bleached. Those...

β€œYou really do like my collection, don't you?” Those words were among the most terrifying I had heard in my entire life.Β  Not because of the words themselves, but because of the man saying them.Β  The man who had me tied up in his living room,...

There’s a small village out in Alabama called Saint’s Glen.Β  You won’t find it on any map, at least not since 1965. But you can still find the remnants of the town.Β  If you follow the river southwest of Thomasville, you’ll find it, somewhere in...