Speculativehorror Stories

The age old myth of the owl living in 1989 would never get old.

There was a butcher shop in the midst of Honolulu. It's where I used to live. Daddy was a butcher too. And his father before him. I'm not a butcher anymore. No one ever asked me why. I guess they assumed it sucked to be a butcher. It didn't go exactly like that though.