Macabre

I kept my head pointed down as my eyes lifted back up to the corner. There was a slight disturbance in the inky black that settled there. A glint of yellow could be seen, curving upwards. I thought it was eyes at first, but as my own adjusted to the darkness I realized I was seeing teeth. No, not teeth, fangs. Turned up in a sickening smile, the kind of jagged bones made for tearing flesh...

Welcome to Macabre, my very own collection of short horror stories and flash fiction pieces dedicated to the twisted and creepy. From werewolves to demons to serial killers, these tales will haunt your very soul.