The word game is defined as an activity providing entertainment or amusement. I can't help but wonder if the person who defined that word took into account how twisted people really are. I know first hand how everyone's definition of entertainment and amusement varies. I have been involved in the D Games, something that started out as someones definition of a game, that turned into my definition of horrifying. Games are supposed to be fun, but what happens when fun turns into danger?

Renee Griffin is gorgeous, loveable, undeniably popular, and has an uncanny ability of getting everything she wants. She is a cunning seductress, a loving daughter, a prima donna, and a cold-blooded murderer. This is not a story for the faint hearted. This is the story of a 21st Century psychopath. "'You've killed,' he breathed. His eyes had grown big, so big that they barely fit his face anymore. He didn't resemble Nathan at all. He was pathetic, and cowardly, and weak. 'I have.' Silence and darkness threatened to crush us both, the sound of his uneven breathing piercing through my eardrums. I didn't bother hiding anything in my demeanour - it was a relief to let the darkness out, to let it slip out of every pore and every cell. He was going to die. His next words were quiet, so quiet, that it could have been drowned out with the faint sound of cheers coming from the stadium. 'You're a monster.'"

"My Mama hates me. She's jealous of me. She hates me. She hates me." Read at your own caution. This is a dark story.

A mentally unstable girl dreams that a man named Andrew Wolfe is coming to murder her and her diabetic grandmother. She claims to see him in the streets stalking her and in the dark corners of her room keeping watch over her. She won’t be able to elude him forever. Soon, Wolfe will devour her. A red coat. A sick grandmother. A murderous illusion. The better to frighten you with, my dear. A twist on a classic fairy tale.