When I feel a shadow slide up alongside me, I know it’s Natalie. “What are you doing?” she asks. “Burning stuff.” “Why?” she asks. “Why not?” I turn to look at her and her gaze stays locked on mine. Something about her isn’t right, but maybe that’s what draws me to her, the shared darkness that r...
Richard Thomas (This story was originally published in 2011 in Murky Depths #15 as a shorter version.) © Copyright Richard Thomas, 2011 It’s the third night in a row and my bloodlust can’t be quenched. There aren’t many women here, I’m one of the few. They don’t have the stomach for it. I do. Thi...
There is no need for another envelope, no need for Vlad to remind me of my duties. I close my eyes and I’m outside Masterson’s loft again, standing in the street, with hardly a car in sight. It’s quiet tonight, no party. There is a lone light from the top floor, above the gallery. He’s home. I ca...
He could feel it sliding down his right temple and down his cheek, to disappear inside his collar, which was already soaked with body oils. He sniffed and found he was starting to smell like his dog’s bed blanket. What a fucking dump! Thomas ‘Tommy’ Evans was twenty-four years of age, a carpent...
I asked him to do it. A year ago I wouldn’t have, I would have paid to believe in anything. But Elena gets worse every night. She fell asleep in my bed and when I checked on her I thought she wasn’t breathing because her little three-year-old face was so gray. It turned out to be nothing but the ...