Rawderm

It was a stormy night, the kind where the wind howls through the trees and rattles the windows as if some unseen force wanted to ...

Today is my birthday, and the father of my child is going to die. Just like all of the others. The sun had barely risen ...

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The empty chair, the shattered teacup, and the eerie silence that followed—it all felt too ...

It was a night like any other, or so I thought. The clock had just struck 11:30 PM, and I was in the kitchen brewing ...

I struggled to pull away, my heart pounding in my chest. Whatever had grabbed me, I couldn’t see it—but I could feel its icy grip ...

It was a quiet evening, the kind of stillness that presses against your skin and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand ...

After the man disappeared, things became worse. The plants grew restless, their whispers turning into demands, louder and more insistent. They were no longer satisfied ...

It all started with the roses. Blood-red, with petals soft as silk, they grew larger and more fragrant than anything anyone had ever seen. Neighbors ...

It started with a strange phone call, one that everyone in the small town of Darville received at exactly midnight. The voice on the other ...