Category: Always into Darkness

That darkest of places, where the monsters always win. A place where, even in the daylight, the endless night prevails.

Short stories in the tradition of Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 masterpiece Psycho, that are … “Always into Darkness”.

The Master Race, Chapter 11

How to make a Barbie doll

“Foolish girl, I take what I do not get willingly given to me.”

The Nosferatu wears the girl like a suit of clothes.

The sword drops from Fisher’s hand. It clatters as it hits the floor.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 10

The End Draws Near

 

His hands gesture, arcanely. Wards and warrants invoke. The room is now “sealed”.

Only the most powerful conjurer can do what he is about to do. Only a conjurer of the First Order.

But. Unfortunately for him there is no knowledge on this world of that which would render a Nosferatu, or any supernatural being for that matter, unable to resurrect and thus venerable to destruction.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 9

Upstairs, Downstairs

No more delusions, illusions, etc. The façade is stripped away, leaving only the naked truth that is cold-blooded murder. This is the purest form of murder: Murder for the sake of murder. No ulterior motives, whatsoever. As such, it dispenses with the façade of being “she”.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 8

Into the Abyss

This is not the house that Fisher and Hawk breached, vanquishing The Master. This house is so much worse, and that refers to more than just its worse squalor and decay. It has a presence, as if it’s alive.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 7

The Damned

It’s full, a full moon. In a distance, the baying of a Lycan can be heard. The partygoers seem not to notice, or maybe they notice but they just don’t care. But, the drunk conjurer does.

Unseen, there is another participant in this outing.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 6

A Hero Falls

An unnatural silence precedes the resurrection. The shadows cometh, and then they go, as if they are disembodied mourners at a wake shuffling past the cremated remains of a loved one.

Movement—the dust that was her, stirs. Then, it takes shape.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 5

What Doesn’t Make You Stronger, Will Kill You

To digress … Killer tongue … A tongue which is a bloodlusting, self-sustaining organ.

To digress … Klaw, of course, is when the hands are claw-like, in appearance and grasp, like the taloned feet of a bird of prey.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 4

Further Affiant Sayeth Naught

The attacker lurches to his feet, and Fisher steps forward to run him through with her sword. The man dodges aside at the last moment and grabs Fisher’s extended arm. She groans aloud as his gingers crush her arm, grinding the muscles against the bone.… Read Full Article

The Master Race, Chapter 3

A Hidden Darkness

The bare wooden steps creak and groan beneath their feet, and Hawk scowls. If there is someone here, watching over the Nosferatu, they have to know that there is someone else in the house. You can’t put your foot down anywhere without some creaking board giving away your position.… Read Full Article

A Dead Point of View

The Master is not a name. It is a designation. A designation that they all share. They are the one, who is the many. They are legion, who is one. They are one and the same, and yet they are not.… Read Full Article