Whitney Davis
Stories (4/0)
Serene Rex
Serene Rex The boots in the corner are his or were his and she has been ignoring them since she came back to their summer cabin. She sat in the car for an hour before coming inside but the sun was starting to go down and she had already lost the day. Her desire was an early morning arrival to get this place ready to be sold. She was sure it would be a mess outside but this was not the case she thought the basement would be flooded but Nathan’s repair seems to be holding.
By Whitney Davis 2 years ago in Horror
Common Curses Over Conversation
“This story should not be told. Though, you have a right to hear it. If you are going to keep your children safe. Considering… you are aware of each other now. Damn technology.” Gregory Mitchel says picking up and putting a flame on a smoldering cigar.
By Whitney Davis 3 years ago in Horror
Shadows of Coffee
Tyler walks into the house knowing that it’s empty, but he yells out anyway. “Hello!” This is unprompted by any foreknowledge of anything out of place. He has a small headache, and even his voice was a touch annoying, making his current aloneness a comfort in the kitchen's gloom. He turns the blinds to let in the mid-morning light.
By Whitney Davis 3 years ago in Horror
Friendly Outreach to Alternate Realities
“Can you understand me?” The man with the white hair said. The man with the white hair is called “Rabbi” in my head. “Yes, I seem to speak English.” My voice cracks and is too small. He nods in understanding but I’m not sure he could hear me. Other people are stopped in front of the fireplace. Stretching their shadows across the floor.
By Whitney Davis 3 years ago in Horror