Trevor looked at the sweaty, crumpled paper in his hand, reviewing the instructions yet again. Soon it would be too late to read over them, but until then every rehearsal could be the one that saved his life. Four pale candles, he read, and then glanced...

Marjorie had been lingering outside the nondescript metal door for nearly two hours, appearing to study the door and the faded sign above it. The Deli, it read in dusty script. Her coat was wrapped as tightly around her as the fraying fabric allowed, but...

"Cheryl! That's great news. I didn't even know you were psychic!" exclaimed Marian, her face alight with excitement. "I'm not psychic, Marian." β€œOh, of course not. That was silly of me. You can just read the future in the stars,” the last syllable trailed off, a hint...

"Hell is other people." –Jean Paul Sartre, No Exit Things had gone terribly wrong. I wasn't one to ever really be concerned with historyβ€”I had failed it three times in collegeβ€”but even I knew things had gone terribly wrong. If anyone survived any of this, it...

Anne was new to the city, and she knew without a doubt that it wasn't the place for her. She was used to winding country roads, gentle breezes on the porch, and the rustle of the wind through the trees. Here she was simply surrounded...