Undead Stories

I arrived at the village of Weir with my meagre belongings stuffed in a bag, clutching Lord Ledley's letter in my breast. I tried to ask the carriage driver for directions to the estate, but he had left almost before I set foot on the ground. A passing woman was kind enough to point me towards the path that led out of the village and into the forest. Following it would eventually take me to the river Auber, where the Ledl...

"I have to leave by midnight." "Why, will you turn into a pumpkin?" "No, but I get hungry." As the date ticked from October to November, though, I was lost, buried too deep to care, her claws in my back and her breathless lips on my neck. Then: teeth. That was ten thousand Halloweens ago. There are no humans left to feast on now. Our kind sucks on scorpions, fight and fuck to pass the time, and wait.

A digital message flashes above the elevator door. 2ND FLOOR. CLOVEHILL VALLEY. ESCORT THE SCIENTIST TO SAFETY. Nice, an escort mission. The elevator doors part, revealing a gloomy cemetery with sickly white trees and gravestones overgrown with vines. The wind howls with ghostly notes that linger as crickets softly chirp beneath. The foreboding atmosphere sparks curiosity more than caution. As I step onto the landscape, t...

Chronicler: Sophie Lewis Interviewee: Isaac Richards, Owner/Manager, Isaac’s Fast Chicken Shack. Location: Forest Grove, OR. (West of Portland, OR) This was my first interview. I knew Isaac personally. I had worked for him briefly when I was in school. I had always known him to be an honest and respectful man. I think he was horrified by what happened and the things he had done to those girls. Unlike a lot of other men ou...