Sounds from the Shadowed Side
The wind in Willow Creek was different; it fell sharper like it had teeth. Leaves didn’t just fall;…
The Shadow in the Mirror
I have never been the sort of person to believe in ghosts or the occult. Reason over whispers…
The Forgotten Phone Call
I ought to have paid no attention to it. I tell myself that every time it occurs, but…
The Mirror
The Mirror by Syeda Izma Mashkoor