Fred Rowe fears the pounding little skulls nails. The old man hates them. Wishes they’d stop torturing him, because that’s what they do: torture, and — eventually — one day, they’ll finally kill Fred Rowe. Finish him off for good. End it all. Goodbye. Until then — nearly everyday — Fred Rowe sits in his darkness and waits for the pounding little skull nails.

Marco always said skins are an information courier’s best weapon. Constantly changing, they allow us to stump the cameras and operate safely in plain sight. He said it would be enough.

He was wrong.

A true master of a trade takes pride in their work and the demonic plying of human fear is no different! An artisan breaks down the industry and walks two unfortunate souls through its current project.

Concerns are being raised over the new treaty between Russia and North Korea…

By the time she started her job at Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute, Rachel had seen countless fish born. Nothing she’d seen was like what came out of the giant egg case in the saltwater tank.

They say write what you know, but it’s hard to understand horror unless you’ve lived it.