Sunday, December 2, 2007

The Haunt's Box

by Ari Collins

"I'll find you when you open it," the haunt had whispered as Matt ran away. Home now, he stared at the box until he couldn't resist. Sliding off the cover, he saw every secret, lie, treason, reason. The reason.

The haunt found Matt seventeen minutes later, curled up, laughing. It nearly took pity on him.

1 comment:

Grimbo said...

Creepy, I like it.