Craig mindlessly shuffled through the old pieces of paper that he had found under his mattress once again. There had once been writing on them but it was now faded beyond hopes of reading. The paper reminded Craig of the days he had spent shuffling through old manuscripts, trying to decipher them. The idea of his old research days, odd that he ( Read more... )

It had been three long quiet days in the creepy house since anything had happened, and although quiet was good in a sense, it was also boring. Lem had done nothing but think on their pitiful situation, and lament the regrettable lack of any mind numbing substances to pass the time. It was stressful living in a constant state of elevates anxiety and ( Read more... )

The house, usually quiet and still, was focused on the crying girl at its door. She cried and shook, wailed and moaned, beating her fists at the front doors. But the doors remained firm, and her cries subsided. Other humans came to her, hastened by her shrill sobs. Incredulity and surprise wafted through the air as the current met the new ( Read more... )

After eating her portion of the boring but satisfying meal she helped Lem stir up, Sophie made her way up the stairs.  She would have prefered a larger serving (and maybe some vegetables or cheese or potatoes), but what are you gonna do?  At least she was finally losing the weight she'd always been keen to shed but never could.  It was too bad it ( Read more... )