Terror does not always dwell in the darkness of night. Sometimes the most terrifying things can lurk with in the brightness of the sun but no heat from its rays can reach its icy core to warm it. Deep in a small town a vagabond, weary and cold hunkers down in a old abandoned house. The little girl warned him there was something not right about it, something Evil but to a wandering artist like Travis it was nonsense...or was it?
©2013 Chandre Bronkhorst (P)2014 Blood Moon Press