It is said that if one sees one’s bodily double, bad luck will ensue. If one talks to one’s bodily double, death is imminent. Such is the case for Harold Lawrence, whose misfortune begins, classically, on a dark and stormy night.
It’s that time of year again and we are now accepting horror submissions up to the week of Halloween. We accept flash fiction, short stories, and horror poems.
A group of students have been abandoned on an empty college campus during a winter blizzard. To their horror, they are being stalked by a murderous entity.
