Lullabies & Vicious Lies

A looking-glass into dreamy short stories that are without doubt eerie but not yet scary.

This anthology is the tinkling of music in a hall otherwise silent, a lone light going off in the attic of an abandoned house. It is the brush of skin against cold glass, and the hairs on your neck standing up without cause. You will taste feelings and see sounds, for this is not the hurricane or the oncoming storm, but a slow, wispy thread of air, ready to choke.